That Sam Wilson is on the UN's shit list is news to him, but Frank manages to keep a neutral expression about it. All told, this is going better than he'd expected — and if part of him is a little disappointed by that fact, he doesn't take the time to analyze that fact.

"Not right now," he repeats, agreeing. It's a tenuous sort of truce, based as it is on necessity more than any kind of common ground, but maybe necessity is common ground enough. They both understand the impracticality of locking him up right now, and, he hopes, the need to keep everybody here safe first and foremost. Frank can help with that.

"All right." He nods and raises his hands palm-out in an understated That's it. "If that changes, you'll know where to find me." He's not planning on hiding, is what he means. Fugitive or not, he's not interested in behaving like one.