That was a particularly neat trick, Clint had to admit and instead of going "ohh" he went a little more "oooh". Really, it couldn't be helped. Even though he'd seen his fair share of certain kinds of magic (if Mutants counted as magic -- he supposed Stephen Strange actually did, and so did that Wiccan kid from Katie's old team) it was always something of a wonder to see it up close and directed at him in non-murderous sorts of ways.
"I knew that," he said (he had not, obviously), "And you can just -- you know. Talk. I can read lips fine." Not that he didn't enjoy the magic display because he totally did. Still, he fished patted down his pockets until he found and then fished out the little purple container that held his hearing aids.
A pause was offered at the entrance of the cat though. "Oh, well, aren't you a cat," he said, like it was a total compliment, and reached out to allow for further sniffing purposes because he wasn't an idiot and cats could change their mind about people without much warning.