The puck got volleyed right back -- maybe the two of them were pretty evenly matched because getting a goal in at this point felt like it'd be quite the win. The challenge was pretty great though. "I dunno," he admitted, "sore winners, I guess." Which Clint wasn't, really. Then again, he didn't tend to play much in the way of games these days -- playing at all was something of a delight.
"Glad I could deliver something, then," Clint said, strangely warmed over Matt's assurances. "It's not a problem, y'know? It's easy to just wanna... not do stuff here. Party never, sleep forever. So. S'good to have someone to drag you out now and then." Was he talking about himself or Matt? Why not both?
He got his knuckles smacked again and hissed out a laugh, snatching his hand back just in time to watch the puck drop down the little slot in front of him. "Aw nooo."