[ The corner of his lips twitch up, seeing Clint succeed at distracting himself a bit. ]

Yeah, my dad did it before me. The shop itself was actually in Brooklyn. Gray and Sons. I was pretty proud of it.

[ He backs up a couple more steps while he's talking. He's not going to bolt- that's a terrible idea as someone's prey- but he will slowly make his way over to the closest thing to hide behind. Unfortunately, that's a house about fifteen yards away. But slow and steady here might keep them from attacking each other. ]