Random tips his head back, trying not to get any of the pink-tinged water in his eyes, which he closes against the spray.

"You do know how I feel. But baby, it's a little different. You do your best not to be violent. But people trust me. Rely on me. See me as a good, stable man on whom to lean. I'm not just not allowing myself, I'm living that way. Conscious decision, but still, it chafes."

Frustrating, frustrating.

"I will, however, take you up on that. I'll come to you when I want to do something, and if you need any precise work done ever, you have me. Consider the security tapes my resume, okay?"