"I hope none of my faucets are leaking. But go ahead. You know I trust you here." Phil waves a hand at Clint with a fond smile. He's welcome in Phil's space and there's nothing he feels the need to hide. "Do whatever."

He picks up his tablet to answer a few emails and send out a few orders, coordinating. Still listening to Clint moving around, just enjoying Clint in the same space as him.

Until the doorbell rings signaling dinner is here. Phil grunts as he slowly gets up from the couch to get the door.