Clara knows, on some level, that the kid's speaking English. Maybe it's the fact that she's still amped up and somewhat panicked or maybe it's his abuse of the English language, but it takes her a couple second to figure out what he said. The only thing she understands right away is that he'll take the creature outside and that whole ten/six thing (which she would never agree with, though she might be her bias showing). Everything else just doesn't make sense.

And then it does. For a moment she wonders how she failed to get such an obvious attempt at innuendo. Clara turns bright red, which could be from embarrassment or how pissed she is that this kid doesn't seem to know when to stop. Which ever one it is, it makes her stammer as she tries to find the words. "Yeah, I catch your drift. And none of that's your business." Which, alright, may not be the best comeback, but it gets the point across at least.

Months ago, after Clara had first signed the papers to give OmniCorp the okay to save Alex, it had struck her that their marriage was about to get incredibly complicated. Sure, there were the obvious things involving their personal lives (and at some point, hopefully in the Capitol instead of here, they were going to have to talk about it), but there was the fact that people were bound to call their relationship into question eventually.

Clara just thought it was going to be from the nosy old woman a few doors down, her mother, or from some newsblogger instead of a horny teenager.

Pulling herself together so that she isn't stammering or as bright red, she fixes him with a mom-look in the hopes that it might put him off of trying to get in her pants. "Listen, kid, you need to get a few things straight. One, like I said, I'm married. Happily married. Two, we're in totally different leagues. C, you're really selling my husband short by saying he's a six. He's an eight, at the very least. Personally, I think he's a ten. And four, since it wouldn't hurt saying it again, I. Am. Married."