Vasquez can only imagine. Even if he only imagined horns on Faraday, that would be something that would be hell to control, he can't even believe what it would be like if suddenly he had to worry about a man like that. "But you care for him too," he says.

"Which is new for you," he keeps going, studying him, since Bobo seems unnerved by it, a little. "Is that why it's scary? Because he's good? I'm not good," he points out with a smirk. "Maybe it was easier with me because of that."