It wasn't a courting ritual. Not even lovers generally did something like this. This was deeper than courting or lovers. It might have been something closer to soulmates. It would be something to explain, unless Tony learned over time as they spent more time together.

Gryf stood in the faint chill of the partially opened fridge as Tony stepped up to her, eyes half-closing at the softness of his touch. "I-" She started, but he kissed her and all of her thoughts skipped out of her mind. She brought a hand up to clutch at the material at his side, pulling him a little closer and enjoying every moment of something she had missed so badly.

Downside for them was a little birdie spotting them, but Clint was smart enough to duck out of sight and keep this to himself. For now.