Luna listened and as it seemed with many things, there was a delayed understanding, but after a moment she glanced down at her lap and played with her dress as it draped around her legs, cheeks a pink color. "You are very kind, Clint Barton. Thank you." To be honest she could not recall the last time someone other than her sister had complimented her. If the little boy a year ago who said she was his favorite princess counted, then that was it.
"You are quite handsome yourself," the princess finally squeaked. She was generally known for her blunt attitude as she did not, perhaps, understand subtly.