"I don't have to be here."

They could quite literally go anywhere they want. If Phil wanted it.

It isn't quite public, but it's a lot closer and bolder than Phil ever gets out of them being perfectly alone. Clint's sure hands are less sure now, not knowing quite what to do with them. A light touch at Phil's elbow. "Joke's on you; I'm pretty sure you're already wrapped around my finger." In a sense. "If you have a thing for vests, how come you don't wear one more?"