"You know, I probably shouldn’t bring this up until after I’ve been properly caffeinated, but." Clint lifts his head and peers up at Coulson, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "The extraction. Last night."
Coulson nods, unflappable even with bedhead. “What about it?”
"What was with that whole Indecent Proposal thing? I mean, it was kind of nuts.”
"It seemed like a reasonable plan, given Teller’s financial situation. I knew he wouldn’t be able to turn down that kind of money, no matter how attached he was to you."
"Yeah, but why involve me at all? You could’ve found another way to offer him money."
Coulson blinks slowly. With anyone else, that would probably mean nothing, but with Coulson, it’s a tell. Clint knows, and Coulson has to know that Clint knows.
"It seemed like the natural thing to do," he says. "In terms of entrapment."
"Natural?" Clint says, sitting up and laughing. "Offering someone ten million dollars to sleep with me isn’t exactly ‘natural,’ sir. Fucking insane, maybe." Coulson looks like he wants to respond but Clint keeps talking, unable to stop running his mouth. "You were pretty convincing, though. I mean, you were really convincing. For a second there, I almost believed that you meant it. But, like you said, deep cover messes with your head.”
"What makes you think I didn’t mean it?"