"Of course I'm the charming one," Clint said, with a grin. "I'm not the one named after a spider that bites men's heads off."

He went to sit down on the floor again, back against the couch. Technically he was having a very, very late night - it had been a little past midnight when he'd stumbled through the door, but he also hadn't been early to rise. "We can see how long I last," he said. "Where do you get pizza? Do they have room service or is that way too normal for digs like this?"