He doesn't answer right away but at the mention of family jewels he lets his hand drift to cup his balls briefly. He makes a small approving sound then his hand moves away completely. He smiles. "It could," he concedes, then that grin is back, "I do not have to use my hands." His whole face lights up. He'll just let Clint fill the blanks there.

He is no longer touching him down there but his hands aren't idle either. His hand that was bitten drifts up to Clint's chin. He looks like he's trying to discern if he still has the key. His eyes narrow.

"Open your mouth."