"You're already insane. You run around shooting things with arrows and used to wear spandex or whatever it is super heroes use to keep their junk from moving around while saving the world."

Even if she was so totally beyond comfortable with Clint that she would totally take him with her to buy underwear or get changed in front of him or any other typically TMI activity, she could not handle his adorable gentleman tendencies sometimes. He gets an arm punch for the hand kiss. "Knock it off, you huge dork. I hate when you pull the chivalry moves all sneaky like some white knight ninja. Go back to being a total jerkass like normal."

There is not enough alcohol to cover up her blushing. Maybe no one would notice. Maybe Hale would stop giving her sad/angry looks every now and then before covering it up with a neutral expression and acting like he doesn't care. He pulled the same stuff when she was with Nate all the time.

Kenzi did another shot before nodding and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "Killing's totes allowed in self defense. And trust me.... we'll probably need to defend ourselves. Mesmers...." Her eyes widened briefly. Fuck. This was turning into the worst idea ever. She slowly turned to look at Clint with a solemn expression. "Mesmers are like puppet masters. They can make you do anything they want. Strike the hands as fast as possible to neutralize them. Bam. Can't do jack shit without their hands."

It was the controlling aspect that Kenzi didn't like. Not for Clint. She'd never let him lose his will like that ever again.

"Not gonna let him touch you, Clint. Not ever."