Clint stared at her, still half-asleep as he processed what she was saying. Breakfast. Lexi. Cooking. He was pretty sure he'd never seen her do anything in the kitchen. Maybe make some toast. His eyes drifted to the toaster, noting the smoke. He legitimately had no idea what to say to her and while it was oddly endearing, seeing her try to cook breakfast, he didn't really understand why she'd done it in the first place. It was cute and adorable but he would've been perfectly content to stay in bed for a few more hours. It was rare he got to sleep past five in the morning and that would've been the perfect Valentine's Day gift.
As they headed back upstairs, Clint brushed a kiss to her forehead before blearily searching out her bed. Dropping with little grace, he all but buried his head in the pillow and dozed, enjoying the few blessed minutes of sleep he got before he woke back up, listening to the sound of her voice.
One eye cracked open, he raised a brow, though it probably wasn't at all visible with his head stuck in the pillow. "I'm not wearing that," he said, voice grouchy and teasing. "It wouldn't fit around my thigh." Rolling over onto his stomach, he yawned, trying to wake up. "Are you doing this for Valentine's Day?" he asked, amused. Neither of them were the overly romantic sort so it was a little odd that she'd be attempting something so... cliche. Cute. But odd.
"If so, I swear, all you had to do was wake me up with a blow job," he said, blinking his eyes, finally coming awake.