"Bull. Shit." Johnny's gone well past courtesy now. "You brought this up. All I did was drop a name. I know who Gabe is without you giving me a clipshow."

He doesn't, really. Even now he knows that, but he's too busy being pissed off to really examine that.

"You say that like he's dangerous," he continues, knowing he shouldn't step further into this, knowing he shouldn't take the obvious bait, and taking it anyway. "But all you've shown me is that someone tried to hurt him. That doesn't tell me shit about 'who I'm dealing with.'"

Go on, Johnny, poke the hive.