"You know I wont." He said lightly, and no, you get to do your on report, Clint. He's not that nice (all the time) though... he might do some of the smaller pesky ones. Maybe. None the less, his thumbs were tapping over a keyboard already, pausing only when he went to look something up.

"Something you get to look forward to later. Either when we get to base or when I'm driving."