"I doubt I'd be worse." Harry retorted, insulted by the implication that he, he of all people, was worse than Slater. "And I don't want his territory, I want him to stop moving in on mine. I can't fight a defensive war, Mary, I haven't got the resources. I just don't want his boy taking over either. He'll be just as bad and even if I spared him he'd start a blood feud and none of us would reach 40." He explains, sitting on the edge of his desk.