Clint was tempted to pet Samandriel, offer comfort somehow, since it seemed as though he'd been through something that he couldn't talk about. Clint knew first hand how slaves were treated by other people on the outside, and it was obvious that if the angel had been hurt it wasn't by him. He looked devastated.
"I think it's time to get to the telling part of this show and tell, kid," he said, gruffly, but not without sympathy. "You see that look on the angel's face? That's five seconds before she turns into the wrathful kind."