[ In rebellion, Clint pours another generous amount down his throat, ignores the attack on his senses this time, and grins at her mock innocent. ]

No one said anything about making it last longer. [ But he's feeling the numbness around the edges, head feeling a bit lighter, limbs a little heavier, and although he's still a long way off, he's getting there, the lack of real food in his stomach helping him along. ] You know, I don't know if you've noticed, but Fury's been evil eyeing you from the corner since you stole his spot.