And that was fine - Clint wasn't normally looking for nice -- he wouldn't know how to handle something like that anyway, not with his background and lifestyle. But damn, he hadn't really thought that Jamie was evil either. The noise he made in response to the touches was somewhere between pleased and incredibly frustrated. Clint could only squirm so much, and it did very little good.
Jamie," his tone was pleading, breathy. Those marks weren't things he'd be interested in getting rid of. "C'mon."