[Oh, what? They're doing that? Harry eyes Daniel suspiciously.] You... you cast me as the girl, didn't you? [8| There is nothing girlish about him, faerie godmother aside. It's not his fault his mother didn't think that through when she set it up.]

He won't. He knows I'd go nuclear on him if he did. And... you're a kid, sort of. He doesn't hurt kids. You're fine. [Vouching? No, never. Harry's just informing. Marcone's still a scumbag murderous bastard. No cognitive dissonance here.]

[Harry laughs openly.] Yes, must protect virgin ears from such talk. Sports, right. Cubs! They won, no thanks to Zambrano. Yeeeep.