It stings. It stings and does something, just a little to lessen his volatile temper. Not enough, but just what he needs to close his eyes and inhale. The inhale turns into a wince, but he doesn't show any other sign of weakness. Not now.

"You didn't. I can hear the radio chatter when you guys are up there, Tim. I know what i'm doing and you may not need protecting but the moment you knew what I'm doing you painted a goddamm target on your back. If Fisk finds out you know he's going to use you and I can't let that happen. Ever."