"That is not always the case," he grinned, laughing lightly. "I've had some pretty shite sex in my life and sometimes a wank is much better." He shook his head, remembering the time this beautiful Spaniard rode him like he was a stallion but snorted everytime she bounced. It was awful. Shaking his head, he raised a brow at her. "At least you know how to get yourself off. Note every guy can do it for you."
Shrugging, he smiled down at her, stopping in front of her hut. "I'm not mad at you," he said, leaning down and brushing a friendly kiss to her lips. "It'll be fine, Vance. You're a good friend. Wrong. But you're a good friend."
Clint didn't know what Astoria would think of all this and, frankly, he was a little irritated she was getting a say in his love life and, apparently, some sort of control. "Night Em."