Clint almost smirked, shaking his head a bit and clearing his throat. "I told you not to move. I get what I aim for, you know. You didn't move and that was wise." Almost perfect? He thought blankly, You try that next time.
He went around and collected the arrows, saving the one by Bruce for last again. When he got close, he smirked a bit. "Deadly, huh?" He plucked the arrow from the target and quirked an eyebrow. "Looks like you controlled yourself well enough. Whatever you're doing is working."