“Just means he’ll crash for nap time.” He grinned. “Are you kidding, I’ve been shooting arrows for years, he could bite hard and I doubt it could break the skin.” He laughed. “No one is dumb enough to try.”
“He’s a baby, Clint…He’ll try chew his way through anything. Its nothing to do with being dumb enough.” Dean began chewing on Clint’s fingers, looking around him at everyone and making a squealing noise.
“He’s a Barton.” He laughed. “Hey bud, can Daddy have his hand back so he can eat?”