"Sometimes that's all it takes," Clint said, although it was clear he didn't believe a word of it. He knew where hiss dog's allegiances were, after all. The only person he ever worried over about these sorts of things was Kate. And she didn't even quite count.
He glanced over at Jamie, smiled a little wistfully before shrugging and offering a lazy hand-sign. All. All of it was interesting. Every damned thing in this room. "Even keeping you up, I doubt we've got enough time to cover it all," he pointed out, leaning over to bump shoulders with Jamie. "But I see a lot of stuff that looks Latin. That's surprisingly unsurprising. Are these ones finished potions? What's this one do?" And why not point to the first one on the shelf?