His nostrils flare for a moment as he tries to come up with words. The right ones. It's more difficult than it would seem, just speaking plainly, because clearly that's not enough here. Not for the first time, he wished he could just foist the conversation off onto someone else.

"...he knows that you're my friend. It's going to be personal for him. And you don't know." He paused, teeth raking over his lips before he shook his head. "I've seen what he does when it gets personal. He's cruel. He makes it last. The actual chances he could get the better of you don't matter."

Even if they're higher than York wants to believe.

"Any chance that he could do that to you is unacceptable."