Discourse and diplomacy are not really a part of Rodeo's world. He's honestly never had a talk quite like this before-- one where he can't fall back on any kind of alpha-male authoritativeness in order to make sure that the conversation goes his way. He's used to a system where strength and assertiveness earn respect, and in that world you don't talk so much as tell. He's always been very good at telling. Rodeo's commanding presence usually intimidates others into falling in line with him, but he can't use that to his advantage here. Lansing isn't going to be cowed by bravado. For this, he'll have to try something entirely different.
Adelaide has done all she can. By putting the phone on speaker so she can hear everything he says, by having Charlie there to remind him of what's at stake, she's set him up for success. Made it so that a lapse in his self-control and composure would be a failure in front of her and Charlie. He can't fail them. He leans into the fan and hopes it will be enough to keep his headsweats from taking the wheel at any point during this call.
He's surprised by Lansing's tone when he finally speaks. His voice is calm and compelling, without an audible trace of the condescension Rodeo had feared would read through his words. It sets him at ease somewhat. This diplomacy will be easier on him if it's a shared effort.
"Seems we are," Rodeo says. Lansing's refined voice is met with an amiable drawl from Rodeo, and what his tone lacks in gentility it makes up for in charm. "So I reckon just James would be fine." Being called Mr. Hawkins makes him feel like he's in court. "Shortcake told me 'bout all you done to keep her safe. 'Course I agreed to talk to you, I wanted to thank you myself for doin' so well by my baby girl. I appreciate how you been keepin' her safe, and in a place where she can get goddamn steak for dinner no less. You really hit it out the park on that one."