<div align="center"><em>Clint, Nigel and Chloe</em></div><br/>Even if Clint was open minded when it came to nudity, it did not stop him from looking over his first cousins body with an appreciative look over. He shook his head at Nigel at first, actually laughing at the idea of being killed. Even if he could die like everyone else, he always shared the same joke with those who worried for him.<br/><strong>"We all know my father would kick me out of the underworld the moment I even considered wanting to move back in." </strong><br/>He turned his attention to the sack of ingredients and shrugged, opening them up and placing them to the side in case they wanted a sample.<br/><br/><strong>"I do not know what is more unsettling Chloe, your fascination with gore or your obsession with me, it's good to see both of you have not left a burning in my ears." </strong><br/>He glanced at both of them and pushed his jacket of his shoulders, before lifting the shirt over his head. In the last few years he had added to his musculature, but remained "thin and lithe", healed scars left feint marks on his ashen skin. A fresh gash had gone unnoticed, blood caking down to seal the wound, one of the metallic birds had gotten his arm and another had gotten him in the side but it was nothing that could not be ignored.<br/><strong>"I was feeling over dressed. Chloe we both know that I do not kill, after I took that vow of peace." </strong><br/>Clint snorted as he tried to suppress the chuckle, even he could not believe that lie. It was like saying a child of Aphrodite would take a vow of chastity.<br/><strong>"But it is good to see the two of you." </strong>