That one is fairly clever. Phil lets himself smile, one of his rare genuine smiles that hides nothing. The people who think Clint's not smart are not paying attention.

"I might court you," he muses, watching Clint across the table. "But not with poetry and flowers. That wouldn't really work on you."

Clint's opened this door. If he doesn't want to hear the grand romantic plans of one Phillip J. Coulson he should shut it soon.