Clark could not deny being impressed. The boy had some serious talent on his feet. There weren't many people who could roll around and get past a guy of his size (of course, he was restraining himself incredibly for Tim's sake), especially not someone who seemed to have no experience with the game of basketball. Seemed? Well, claimed. Because from the looks of it, Tim would be putting most of the guys Clark had seen playing the game back in high school to shame. It would have been interesting to see him up against them. Clark wondered if he'd be able to take them all on and win. Maybe he was getting ahead of himself, but it certainly didn't look like the shorter male was having much trouble getting around with the ball.
"Oh, I can handle the pressure," Clark shot back, catching the ball with a hand. He grinned, retreating out to the foul line. "I played football. All people did was pull the pressure. That is, if they weren't trying to tackle me." He bounced the ball back and forth between his legs, criss-crossing it around easily before resuming the dribbling in front of himself in a casual manner. "Get in position, tough guy."