"I like pasta," Clint allows, and sets about perusing the pasta section of the menu. It's starting to occur to him that he's out to dinner alone with the team member he's sort of half been flirting with, and he's uncomfortable with this on a whole load of levels.

A major one being that Bobbi hasn't even been dead a year. If he's flirting with someone else, even lightly, doesn't that make him a shitty person?

"So what do you think could make a robot go crazy and start worshipping humans?"