[Whoops. Here's a stern look that can be nothing but mocking.] Bite your tongue! You're built, it's true, but you're certainly no 'babe'.

[And a 'tsk tsk tsk' and a shake of his head. You're dense, Clint, dense. Pierce feels about ready to want to run his hands through his hair in frustration.] I can read between the lines just fine, thanks.

Speaking of reading-- congratulations, I might just be dragged to that zany other-world of yours before the actual planned date. Now don't get too excited, I know I'm not, and don't ask me details because I don't know 'em. The lady upstairs is calling the shots this time around so that's bad luck for anyone involved. Now, I know you'll be full to the brim with excitement but please try to contain yourself. False promises have been known to happen.

[Hell, he doesn't even know Clint's name and nope, he won't be the one asking for it here. He's good with calling the buddy 'pal'.]