"You'd get a better tip if you lied," Clint teases with mock severity. He is visibly, genuinely pleased with the praise though. He doesn't get a whole lot of it, living the life he's lived.

"Yanno, playing the drums in front of the whole city maybe sounds nervewracking but none of them get to stand there and hand me a score. You must be pretty comfortable in front of a crowd, huh? You ever want to punch a judge?"