"When you make a call," he repeats, low and flat and desperately controlled. "When you make a call. Which I don't need to know about, even when I ask, until I back you into a fucking corner where you can't evade any more. Right. Got it."

He shakes his head. "It's not different. Strength and stuff like that may be, but the rest isn't. And I don't get why you say it is."