Frank bit his lip, looking at the raised eyebrow and the smirk. If it was a challenge, Frank would rise to it.
"Course I do. Anything to help," he said softly, hoping that Matt could hear the smirk returned and glad he couldn't see Frank looking at him again. "You said yourself I'm a good man. Maybe that's just what you need?" Too far? He didn't really care. It was nice to indulge in something so lighthearted.
"No, they don't, but he's more- I dunno. He's got some pretty sick moves. He's a good man, too. I get why he does things the way he does 'em, but shit, man. Justice is just a word. Ain't no offence to you or him, but I ain't still in jail, am I? You got people out there murderin' in cold blood, cos they're pissed about something. If there's enough evidence, if, then they go to jail, they're out in ten minutes on good behaviour. That ain't justice. Your taxes pay to keep them nice and comfy, making bigger, uglier contacts. Like Fisk. You know he ain't sittin quiet." He sighed. "I might be a monster, but none of that scum will kill again."