Polite conversation and casual conversation tended to be two different things, but Clint wasn't really about to start dissecting the differences to see just which category signs like toilet and fuck fell into. Because really, why would he?
"Bother me? That you're a lightweight?" Clint just smirked, shuffling a little deeper into the couch for comfort, barely paying any attention to the characters on the screen at all by now. "Hardly. Means I'm far less likely to get drunk keeping up with you, and you don't drink me outta the liquor that's stashed away."
If a couple of beers was enough for a good night, all the better. "Unless it's because you're into all those fancy fruity cocktail stuff and then we might need to re-evaluate this relationship."