"It's 'xactly the same thing when you use what you took to eat again," Clint said, squaring his shoulders a little, even if he did take one item out of his pocket in order to put it back where he'd found it. That was all he was giving back though. Whoever lived here wasn't gonna miss anything anyway. The way the dogs were pushing up against him -- well. They were gonna be missing more than some knick knacks anyway. No way could Clint leave 'em behind.
"It's fine," he said, sounding a bit petulant, which didn't quite work as well when he had to pay more attention to what was being said, but whatever. "It don't hurt."