Clint ignored her words on his asking. He took a step into the room and stared at her in the eye, unafraid given he was on vervain. Which sucked going down but it kept him safe from Rebekah and Klaus' influence. He refused to be controlled again like that.
"You'll have it if you give me your word that you won't touch Natasha or her son," he said. "You can do what you want to me I don't care. But no harm comes to them. At all." With her words about a holiday he rolled his eyes.
"I never know what mood your in and would rather not have you rip off a limb if it happens to be a foul mood." A slight smirk formed on his face. "Those give you wrinkles you know."