"It's cool," Clint said, peeking out from his (formidable, thanks) bicep and offering Jamie a laugh and another head petting because even if he was a person, he was a dog at the moment and Clint had never really been able to stop himself from petting dogs. Any dog, really. Even if he did have favorites.
"It's just -- wow. You know. Air spelling is neat and all, but this really takes the cake. I'm jealous. Can I say that? Well, too late. I am."