Man. Those dimples of Matt's were gonna keep Clint coming back, he already knew that. But his laugh was pretty good too, and the way that he was able to agree and offer a new challenge all at once? Yeah. Clint was about it.
"Alright," he said, the vocal version of tapping at his chin basically, "That's a good point. We'll never get anywhere fun if we sit here and wait to score. Know of any good air hockey drinking games?" It was possible they were too good at this, considering they hadn't even knocked the puck off the table or lost grip of their mallets either.