"We make the right call, most of the time. And that's what matters." That is what has to matter. He takes a sip of his drink, working into his own side salad with a bit of a shrug.

"Nothing is even saying we have to..." He flushes, slightly, "Consummate. This isn't something from medieval times, despite the situation." Still, "I don't know if you have looked in the mirror, Clint, but I'm not the one people are looking at, in here."