"That would be a lot more convincing if I could see you."

His gaze settled on the stairs, a slight frown on his lips. He knew this game; he knew what this woman was up to and he wasn't falling for it.

"Look, we clearly both had the same idea. Whatever crap place we started in, we wanted something warmer," Clint called out, keeping his bow drawn even as he tried to offer an olive branch. "I'm willing to share if you are. Unless you really do have a weapon and want to shoot me. Then we might have an issue and no one's here to keep me from doing something rash."