The arrow flew through the air, hitting the bullseye with a soft thump. Roy grabs another arrow, aiming now for a different target. He draws the string back, taking his time. There's no need to rush himself, not now.

You sit back on a stool, watching him work and practice. He likes to do target practice whenever he has free time. Helps give him something to do. And hey, you always come to oggle him and his muscles, so... it's not so bad.

As another arrow flies and hits the bullseye dead on, he turns back to you. "You getting bored yet?" He teases, knowing the answer is a no.