[She loosens her grip, sliding an arm up farther to the back of his neck, a steadying gesture. She presses closer, her thin frame close to his. She'd drawn out her spiritual nature, and knew better than to let that go unchecked. The warmth of him against her would help, and hopefully help reassure him as well.]

I...am glad for your trust. And to listen. And...I trust you as well, you know.

[She nods once, slipping her other arm around to clasp behind his head. When he opens his mouth in surprise, she smiles wryly, and the formal tone in her voice melts away.]

I have no doubt you will, dearest Champion. But you don't need to worry, dearest Clint. All I ask is the pleasure of having you near me.

[Then she pulls him forward and kisses him fervently, her affection obvious as she tugs his lip with her own. She really has no doubts about you, Barton. And she likes you a lot.]