"Oh, good. Thanks." Clint was absolutely being sassy in his response, even if he was being nothing but good as far as actually listening went. He kept his hands above his head but did lift it in order to watch what Jamie was doing now that he'd wandered away a bit.
"Of course," he said, like it was obvious (which it was) and wriggled his fingers a little impatiently in Jamie's direction. It gave him something to focus on that wasn't the strip of cloth on his stomach. What. Was that for?