Let's face it, Stanfield. You're no angel, are you? [He doesn't know for certain, of course, but it's almost certainly a reasonable assumption to make with a man barely ruffled by prison, even if it was only a week he spent in there.

Speaking of those lacking in angelic qualities, though... he smiles wryly. After the evening Laforet's given him, he's not exactly in the mood to compliment her.] I'm inclined to agree with you, far though she is from the type I'd usually hire.