:Yeah, yeah. This just turned into twenty questions with no prizes at the end. For the record, bossman, you're supposed to keep me in line, not safe.: Not that there was a huge difference at the moment. Heaving a sigh, Clint flopped over dramatically, then rolled on his back. The dwarf comment reminded him of an earlier conversation though. He batted at Loki's leg to get his attention. :Hey, what the hell's a bright elf?: