"Well. He's not wrong on any of those counts. You've just gotten lucky so far with me." Phil smiled. Being exasperated by Clint on a near-daily basis had actually been one of the things he missed most, which had some implications he wasn't quite ready to explore yet. "I cut you a lot of slack. Do you actually write reports for him, or have you just moved on to writing... sonnets to cupcakes or something like that?"