You call it branding, I call it fashion felony. You've never seen Clint in purple choir robes.

[He shrugs at her.]

[Dave, though. He rolls the thought around, set of his mouth shifting as he does, but the issue is not as sore as it once was. There's unlikely to be another Dave here. At least, not another edition of himself.]

Yeah, alright. If he asks, tell him I gave you special dispensation and I'll shove him off the couch again if he tries to use it on me.

Who's the dog, then?