That purr had simply got louder as his fingers stroked through her hair. A soft chuckle keeping that smile on her lips. Though his wiggling urged her up a bit. And when it produced a pretty little box she sat up more. No care on her face whether anyone would walk by and see her starkers or not.
Carefully she took the small box from his hand. "Clint, you have to know, anything you get me I'll love it no matter what. I mean you could give me a strand of hair, and I'd find something to put it in and treasure it." Though A strand of hair was a little silly, it wasn't completely. She knew the importance of DNA preservation. Very gently she plucked the bow free, and eased the top of the box open.