"Oh, good." Izumo chuckled. He was gambling again: on Clint's assurance of safety, on the idea that they were not being tracked, on the trust that Clint wouldn't turn him over. That last, though, was safe a bet as any Izumo knew. The man was true, in a way Izumo admired but knew he didn't have in himself. There was strength there, in a spirit others had tried to bend to their own means. That was what they got for making him part cat, honestly!

"Did I interrupt any errands, or think we could head that way before I fall asleep in my coffee? Which is damn good, by the way." Izumo chuckled, and nudged his sneakered foot against Clint's, playfully.