Clint makes an undignified noise at the imaginary dunking, wipes at his face. Well, hey, at least Loki actually...did it. Even if in kind of an asshole way, which, sure, is deserved, fully. Fine.

He glances at Loki. "Kinda like having a whole alien orgy is an enjoyable distraction." And not enough. Not quite right, not quite there. "But it's not the same as the real deal, so it's not good enough."

He sighs, pulling his knees up under him on the soft cushion, feeling out the dull ache that does feel good but is also not-- "You want it, out there, and you want it to be enthusiastic and consensual and not full of pain and blood and all that shit I hurl at you." Given the antics of the orgy. He rubs his palms down his thighs. "You know it's complicated. With us."