Clint & Duma
They were soft. And they didn't feel dirty, just downy, really. Like something a person might want to sleep on. Clint wondered if Duma had anyone like that, someone to wrap in those things in the middle of the night. Probably not. The angel - man - seemed rather lonely and lost.
Which was sad. Clint, for a moment, wondered if he knew anyone single to play matchmaker with.
But, not really.
He'd seen plenty of things turn into other things in his time with Jamie and so Clint was amused but not overly impressed with the change of a drink. Still, he stuck his tongue out. Why ever spend money? Water to wine.