He rolled his eyes at the new nickname and focused his gaze back on the prison. It was a constant temptation to not burst in there and seek out Natasha. Especially given there were other vampires like him in there that could help him. But he knew if he did that, Rebekah would kill him.
His ears caught movement and he swiveled his head to the source of the sound. He glanced at Rebekah and when she clearly gave him the nod of approval he slipped foward and easily got behind the young man. After that it was a fairly simple matter of grabbing his mouth and biting into his neck, keeping the sounds of alarm the boy made down. Remembering Rebekah's words of listening to his heart, he pulled off before it began slowing too much and shifted around to look at the man.
He looked straight into the man's eyes. "You're going to forget running into me or that I fed from you. You fell while going on your raid and got a nasty cut on your neck." Hearing the man repeat his words, Clint glanced back to Rebekah, wondering if he had done the compulsion thing right.