As the glass twisted and tumbled through the air, sunlight flashed and sparkled off it, briefly reflecting its dazzling, bejewelled fall onto the study's walls.
Zeke involuntarily reacted to the sudden glittering and his gaze was pulled to his left where the glass's silent fall diverted his attention for a split-second.
That single moment of time was all Clint needed. Instantly, he released the tray with his left hand and swung it through the air with his right, simultaneously twisting around to face Zeke.
Glass and bottle flew, jettisoned in every direction by the speed of the swiping tray.