"You've got a history. He has no idea who I am or how I operate except for the brief taste he got in the hall and that- well it wasn't my strongest showing." So he'd underestimate York when he's got a solid reason to one to put someone's head through a wall. But...Locus is still tense, still worried, and that's enough for him to sag and sigh, head lolling against the back of the sofa.

Long suffering and aggrieved. Why does no one think he can fight his own damn battles? "Whatever. I'll make sure I got backup."

He can keep to that much, even if he resents it a little.