[ His plea goes ignored. She struggles for a moment with the long evening glove, the silk tearing behind the force she uses to yank it down and off— ]

No. [ The glove is then tossed down at his feet before she furiously points a finger at him. ] No, that’s bullshit and you know it. It’s nothing but an excuse. Oh, this guy is “dangerous”? What, did you just end up completely forgetting about Lazarevic? He was fucking dangerous.

I highly doubt anyone can compare to Zoran Lazarevic. No– [ breaking off to bark out a disbelieving laugh, and that’s when the other glove is tugged off and dropped between them, ] —you’re being a coward. You know that, right?

There are plenty of other ways you could’ve helped this brother of yours. We both have connections. Contacts. But you just... went and did what you know how to do best. I guess.