"Also all yours," he says with a brief flash of tense, fake smile. "Water heats slow, but at least it heats."

So not talking about the reaction. Okay. Whatever Steve was looking for (if he was looking for something, if he wasn't just being Steve, though his every motion around Clint has had a particular weight to it so maybe he was looking, maybe he's doing his own scouting out of Clint's whole being--), he's filed it away internally. He can work with that.

He turns to the couch, running a hand through his hair. It's not the short spikes it used to be, slowly growing out, but still very recognizably Clint. "You're determined to try and work me over before I gotta get to my work, huh?"