He held her gaze unwaveringly. "I know him as Hawkeye," he returned, which was true. The stories his mother had told him she had always called him Hawkeye. He crossed his arms and stared at her.
"Why should I tell you anything about what he does or wants to do? You're not the boss of him or anyone." That was probably the wrong thing to say but he didn't approve of anyone who thought they should stand above others.