"Of you?" He questioned. "Of course not. I know you won't kill me. You like to me too much." Clint winked as he continued to ready himself and pulled from his belt his hunting knife. He flipped it end over end before getting a good grip on the hilt and bring it to the ready, holding the thing parallel to the floor. "Maybe. But maybe not. I might just surprise you," he quipped.
"Lets see what you got," he said and slowly circled her.