Clint really didn't like where this conversation was going. He wanted to impress her, not have her scolding him like his mom.
"Whoever said about hurtin' anybody?" the boy barked, gritting his teeth at such an idea. "Besides, some of these pompous frilly folk could use a lighter purse, walkin' around as if they own the place thinking money and titles can just get them what they want." WHich was ironic, because it seemed he was in a predicament that spoke the opposite, though in truth, he could go against his parents wishes- but part of him just... well, could not.
"And I ain't never said I'd be a villain. It's just all in your mind set. Whoever said what I do at night has got to be all bad?" Heck, he could rescue a damsel if he wanted to! Not that he ever tried...
But wouldn't that be heroic?
"Besides, I probably saved you from being robbed!" he went on- not mentioning he was there to do some robbery, but he had seen some Soot Wolves lurking about and had been warned about this side of town, how it was over populated by them and well- somehow, he hadn't been stopped by a one of them-a nd they mysteriously 'disappeared'. Little did he know they might even be watching them now. He had no idea the extents of Einin's alter ego, or of how truly involved and massive the Soot Wolves were. In fact, he just heard about them all too recently, and so to him, since he never had a personal run in, they were still just the stuff of fantasies. After all, this was his first night on the prowl!
"I saw a bunch of thieves lurkin' on this side of town. They took one look at me and scattered. Bet they were afraid to try something on someone who looked so dangerous!"
Though in truth, his presence probably only left them confused. And it was a bit of a stretch on the truth, but hey- she didn't have to know all of the details. White lies never hurt anyone, after all!