Clint was still loose and languid, his eyes heavy and movements slow but he did agree with Tony, turning himself toward AJ as his hand slid down her side and around her hip. This he knew, it was all a little more familiar, but still a little strange. Her skin felt softer, he couldn't wrap his hand around her hip the way he usually could-it was similar but different at the same time. His fingers dipped down between her legs, still light and tentative at first.