Clint smiled a bit when Phil's hands moved to his sides. Phil would be okay with assuming that he wanted them there in the first place. He wouldn't have moved onto the other man's lap if he didn't want to be touched after all. "I wouldn't really want you too. Honesty's the best policy and...crap like that." He laughed a little as he ran his hands up Phil's arms. There wasn't much of Phil that Clint wasn't interested in. The man had gotten his interest peaked the moment he met him, that interest lasted years. He wasn't looking anywhere else right now. He had what he was searching for as he pressed his cheek against Phil's, pressing a bit against him just to make sure he wasn't imagining this.

"I can imagine. How do you think I deal with it myself when you're around, Phil?" Clint knew the affect he could have on people. He hoped it was a similar affect for Phil but didn't hold his breath. What he wanted to make absolute certainty of was that Phil knew his effect on Clint. Clint dragged his lips along the line of the other man's jaw before kissing him, not like before. Before was more of a comfort. Right now it was more of a statement, something deeper than before as he shifted a bit on Phil's lap.