"Fair enough," Aidan answers easily, because he doesn't mind, really. So long as he doesn't get blamed for what might be prevented if he'd been told. Besides, he's enjoying a free whiskey. What more can a fella want?
"They're all pretty jittery downtown, not looking too kindly on the Fury since McArdle got iced. Might need a pay raise to keep everybody nice and settled." It's true, actually; he's not looking for more dough for himself. Though he doesn't expect anybody to believe that, much less understand it.