Weirdest conversation since the debriefing where he had to explain glitter, leprechauns and offended little people with ginger beards glued on. But Clint was starting to roll with the punches here, and he'd always been a skilled bullshit artist.
As much as Clint might offer to body-sit for a while, it was likely to be exceptionally boring, utterly ridiculous, high creepy and a little weird. And really, he'd rather not when it came down to it. "I'd talk to the sheriff. Probably not the wolf girl." Hysterical as she'd been.
But clearly they weren't going to be doing that right this second. "...you take long to find him? Was he exactly like this?"