"I'm rationally concerned, Agent Coulson. Wouldn't want you to work yourself to the ground, is all."

"So you'd rather make sure I get to bed." Clint wouldn't have taken Phil for a man to play around once it is sure to be happening (and right now there is no doubt in Clint's mind that it is happening), and he's quite appreciative of how upfront Phil seems to be.

"I've read your reports, you often say just how conscientious I am."

Phil clenches his jaw, before closing the file in front of him, and standing up, his own shirt stretching nicely over his shoulders as he grabs his jacket.

"Fine. Take me home, Barton."