Now Phil went quiet. There was more in that than just a subtle compliment for his prowess with paperwork. He was pretty sure, actually, that Clint didn't care about paperwork in the slightest. Their history was long and more interesting in places than he was officially allowed to admit, but there'd always been something more than just a particularly symbiotic working relationship.

If pressed, Phil might have to admit their working relationship wasn't even that functional, really. They got the job done, but there were fewer bureaucratic headaches involved with nearly every other asset he handled. Still, it was his favorite. Had been his favorite.

There was nothing he could say back to that, nothing safe enough, that didn't take them both to a place he wasn't ready to admit existed, so he nodded at the sandwich. "How was it?"