He doesn’t move for a few seconds. Nothing. Not even a blink. Then he nods unwillingly. He scans the logic of what I’m telling him, but seems unwilling to accept it. He doesn’t like who I am or what I represent any more than I like him. I’d rather gargle with toxic waste than accept anything he says without a struggle, so why should he be any different? "Lone Star does it in DeeCee and Atlanta," he points out, but his heart’s not in it.