Clint knew it probably wasn't true, but the concept of sparks flying out of your nose sort of made the idea of being sick a whole lot cooler.
Probably it actually wasn't. Particularly not when death was a possible side effect. But still.
"Maybe they're just really good at hiding," Clint pointed out, fairly unsure how they didn't know about dragons. Well, more dragons. Although, the one he actually knew was from outer space or something, so that really didn't count either.
"How long on your potion?" He felt a little weird about that little pot just boiling and toiling away.