[Oh god... he'd chosen completely the wrong thing hadn't he? He was a teenager... he'd probably prefer... illegal booze or something? He wasn't sure. Liquor laws had had had as much sway over Clint as theft and murder laws had and that was none whatsoever.

He grins anyway.]

Well, y'know, I'd hate to ruin my pristine physique but ruining teenagers is just fine. See, barely a blip on my karma.