"You want me to chop some firewood and show off my arms while you stand at a window pretending like I don't see you watching me?" He's pretty sure specific destination doesn't matter overmuch. So long as it's cozy for Phil. "And a phone rule. Emergencies only. Actual emergencies, like world ending emergencies."

Which is all what he says to keep himself from furrowing his brow at how the brief touch is just as quickly gone. Clint shoves his own hands in his pockets, leaning back casually on his heels.

"I don't know anything about that. What vests do for shapes. Just seems like extra fabric." He'll wear it, though. He trusts the opinions of people who are much more knowledgeable on this shit than him. "She mentioned corsets..."