Hard not to notice an intense look. Clint sprawls back, comfy as you please, taking up more space than he would normally ever bother. "I'd say take a picture, it'll last longer, but maybe what you want is a nude model."

Steve's artistic side is no secret. Often he can be found staring out at the skyline with a notebook in hand, or taking some idle time with the gang together sketching out profiles. It's one of the things that makes him Steve Rogers before he's Captain America. It's cute, too.

He lays a hand over Steve's, directs it up, fingertips brushing under the hem of his shirt. Suggesting. While he mulls over Steve perking up over the idea of Natasha. "You expect me to kiss and tell? About her? I prefer my balls where they are, not mounted on her wall, thanks."

Y'know, said like he didn't just blatantly suggest she's into pegging. But he laughs about it. "She knows what we're doing, you know. Maybe you wanna go invite her? Want her to watch me take you apart? Want her to join in?"

That is definitely not happening, and if Steve gets it in his head to get up and do just that--actually, that might be really amusing to watch happen, though Clint might find it in him to warn otherwise. What he wants right now is for this to be the two of them. But there's nothing wrong with teasing the imagination and getting the blood pumping at the thought.