Vasquez snorts, just like he did then, and gives Faraday a long look. "Why do you have to have it better than me? We were back to back, no? I shot just as many as you did," he argues, but there's a sparkle and a glint in his eye that says how much he's enjoying this and how he does want Faraday to fight.

Maybe not just with words. He wouldn't mind a little wrestling around.

"You said six," he reminds him. "Until I did. Then suddenly, it's a miraculous seven?"