Seriously, I'll do something for you. Find me later, I'll... [He trails off, momentarily flummoxed as to what, exactly, he can do for this guy. Shoot things? Spy on other people. Be there if his new friend here gets hurt. Get on his knees and use his mouth. Something.] Well, I'll do something. Whatever you want.
[Probably all comes off as the ramblings of a delirious person in need of some blood or at least a lie down. But Clint (thinks he) means it.]
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[Probably all comes off as the ramblings of a delirious person in need of some blood or at least a lie down. But Clint (thinks he) means it.]