Clint doesn't move. He stays in the chair, and closes his eyes, and tries to get his erection to calm down. Just breathe. Later, he'll have to go out and get the keys to the snowmobile and hide them somewhere Loki won't be able to find them, cause he's not entirely confident on that swearing yet. But -- damn, damn, and the image of Loki before him, the phantom feel of his hand on Clint lingers. He craves, distantly, when Loki had him bound. At least then he didn't have to worry about acting right, for a SHIELD agent. Doing the right thing and bringing Loki in.