Clint wasn't mostly okay with it. He was okay with it for Kenzi's sake. For her friendship with Bo. If she had known that all Clint wanted to do was grab one of his knives and cut the woman's throat, he knew Kenzi's reaction would have been entirely different. The last thing he wanted to be was the person who got in the way of two individuals friendship, especially with how he'd seen Bo and Kenzi act around each other (prior to the sofa incident). He didn't know a lot about friendship, all he knew was that Kenzi had spent the remainder of that night laying in bed with him. Clint laying his head on her lap as she sung to him because he had asked her too. He'd practically begged her too. Anything to keep his head in the game. A week later and he was gone.

He felt bad that it came to that. He wasn't so sure anyone else did. There had been a 'no hard feelings' talk at some point before he walked out. The archer leaned his head over, kissing the top of her head with an amused smile tugging on his lips. He felt more relaxed then he had all day the moment Kenzi came into the room. "Clearly not psychic enough, who's to say I have money?" Clint caught a look Trick sent him after he took a sip from another drink he had ordered and giving a laugh. He had a tab there right? He was sure he did. Clint looked just as exhausted the shadows under his eyes didn't really help matters but it was something he could shake off.

"Mysterious mesmer case? You've been on a case 'n didn't invite your best friend? Kenzi," he gasped, putting a hand over his chest with a hurt look on his face. "'m wounded. What's goin' on? It has to be better than the cheatin' trophy wife 've been tailin' for the past couple days." Action. Clint needed to kill something. Anything.