"I'm pretty sure I've got a bottle of vodka in the back of the freezer," he offers giving her a half hearted smile. He's not sure if she should even be offering the Black Widow vodka, is that too stereotypical? It's all he as though, he doesn't really drink because he can't get drunk, just keeps it around for the odd occasional.

He motions her to the door off the roof and leads the way back down to his building pulling his keys from his pocket.

"I'm sure there's many other people you'd rather be running off to around here, Clint, Yelena, Banner..." he says opening the door to an apartment that is depressing. It's sparse like barely anyone lives there.