He knows that tone. He's heard it from people that his father worked and made deals with. He hates it. Hates how it hurts, and how quickly he can move right past it the same way he always does to survive.

"I... wouldn't go that far," he replies hesitantly, "It seems like every time we turn around, something's taken his attention, or mine. We're colleagues. He has no responsibility to me or my feelings on the matter."