"Oh- aUGH-" Hawkeye tenses up and clamps a hand over his mouth at the tweaking, head back against the ground.

"Okay- what you just did but more gently, way more gently, that was an eight and I'm looking for a four at a stretch," he has the pain tolerance of a paper bag and he has no pretenses to being a big man about it.

"Good but- gentler, okay?"