Freeing one hand, she smacked him on the top of his head. “Behave. And talk to me about what is going on with Clint.”“Er—not incredibly much? At the moment, anyway. I mean yeah, I like him well enough and he’s free to stay, but I haven’t exactly fallen madly in love with him in a week. If I just so happen to while he’s here,” he waved one hand flippantly, “then whatever.”
“Not actually what I meant. I mean, what is this stuff he’s telling me about being hunted and — he’s not — ” She waggled her tongue, losing the train of speech. “It’s you and all the Lokis that come here — this one, this Clint — I am going to get him a new name I swear — is not from this worldspace. So what is going on?”