[ No, this is Rafe's migraine. Get your own. Rude. ]

Watch that pot calling the weasel black. [ But it's clearly a knee-jerk barb, given the silence that follows as he considers what Harry's said. ] ...You think he'll be satisfied with a "screw-you" flavored severance package? Or—

[ It's a small excavation with a lot of bullets apparently flying around. Not Rafe's preferred method of dealing with people but when it comes to fuckwits with too many guns to their name, you got to know when to hold and when to fold them. Fold here defined as a possible bullet to the knee. ]