Kieran faked a pout. “Oh, come now, Dean. Don’t be so mean. Let the man talk to me and see for himself whether I’m really all that bad, eh?”
“The man has a name.” Clint shrugged Dean off of him, “Name’s Clint.” Dean rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, “You are bad. All demons are absolute shit.” Clint shrugged with a nod, “True.” Dean smirked, “See. He’s been around me long enough to know that I won’t let you near him. Don’t touch my things.” Clint huffed and glared at Dean.
Kieran smiled. “Clint, huh,” she muttered under her breath. “Let’s see…Clint…Hawkeye…Oh, you must be Clint Barton, then. Yes, I’ve heard of you, darling, don’t be so surprised,” she said preemptively. “Anyone that good with a bow’s right up there in my book. Tch, Dean, dontcha know you can’t own people? Well, not unless you’ve bought their soul,” she added almost as an afterthought. “I wasn’t going to try making a deal with him anyway. Not when I love his work so much.”