Okay, Jamie definitely noticed the press of Clint's cheek and was staring a bit more than he intended to. He cleared his throat slightly but didn't pull away until it felt like he was lingering too long. "How are they 'crappy' if they're able to hurt people or worse?" That was just an awful descriptor but that was entirely beside the point, he supposed. Oh well, question asked.
"Your... bow," Jamie repeated slowly as he dampened the light on his wand and put it back in his pocket. "Right. I've got a thing for bloody Robin Hood." And that one was said out loud. Jamie realized it with internal horror but it didn't reflect in his face. He was all business and could hate himself later.
"I locked the door because I was damned tempted to thump you for getting hurt which I know would have exacerbated it but I wouldn't want the nurses to see that, alright? Now... Sit there while I get what I need to fix you." This was the perfect chance to run the fuck away for a moment so before Clint could either just sit there or also run the fuck away he unlocked the door and left in a bit of a huff.