Maybe we should make a deal. You do one push-up, I manage to hit dead center- sound fair?
[A laugh, to show he's only maybe half-serious about that, before he nods to her in thanks, concentrating for a moment, and that's the easy part, aiming and knowing it's going to go as he wants it to, marking the wind and the angle-- it may not be the same as sharp-shooting, but it's close enough.
He may not hit dead center, but at least it's close.]