Pocketing the tape recorder, Eoin refolded his arms, meeting Jacob's eyes. His stare was as flat and as level as his voice. "There's a fine line between gossip and invasion of privacy, ben Israel. And when you start attacking people who are in a state of fucking trauma, like you did with Liv, you don't just cross that line, you cross past it into actual psychological endangerment. I really don't approve of people putting my friends in the line of fire like that."