He looks up to meet her eyes, though he doesn't move his head. It registers vaguely, just before he speaks, that somewhere along the line they both fell into the same posture, mirroring each other across the desk.

‘Because I'm not lettin' you take all the glory with little Jimmy.'

Not that he wants to impress the bloke. But until the man unveils his game plan, he has to keep on the right side of him. He doesn't want to unwittingly hand over ammunition.