Phil laughed. "Or worse, she'd tell you some creepy Russian story and then you'd really never sleep." If anyone else told him that his voice put them to sleep, he might have been insulted, but this was Clint and that already gave him a pass. Plus, he'd just tripped over a trash can, which must have been hurting both him and his ego. Besides, if he could help Clint sleep, he would consider it a win. Poor guy clearly needed it.

"And I'm not omnipresent. I'm just all-knowing. There's a difference." And that difference was that one simply involved a lot of hidden cameras and observation. He wasn't God, but he did take a professional interest in the eating, sleeping and social habits of his agents. One could never know too much about their coworkers.