[His tone becomes lighthearted.] You mean only after I get past the could-kill-me-with-her-mind I'll like her? I'll remember that. As I'm running far away. You won't mess things up. I've never met a single person who has ever bested you, I have no doubt that you will, pardon my French, not fuck this up. And even if Westerberg tries to be a giant asshole and wanders around screaming he's working with the CIA, I really do have faith you'll handle it. Besides, you can kill him with a cotton ball. I'll provide it.