"When they come for you Dex, I will make sure there is a place for you that is safe. We never need cross paths again. Just know that, I bear you no ill will."

"At least, not any hatred unearned. Misplaced. Any enmity between us was based on the past. Any grudge I bear is minor. I would happily beat aside our differences into our mutual enemies in the ground."

"I certainly hope not, Dex. I am not immune to sentimentality, not by any measure. I am not a man who relishes my hard decisions or carries with me a sense of eternal hatred..."

He adjusted his tie, as he often did. A man in the grip of constant discomfort with his own opulence.

~

"We see you as a bit of the 'total package'."

"And in truth, the Hellfire Club also welcomed you. As the White King, Wilson Fisk equally admired your work, clearing the board and devaluing StarkTech enough to allow Roxxon and HammerTech room to grow in the markets."

Wesley climbed into the front after closing the door behind the Baron.

~

"New Yorkers will sleep soundly knowing killers aren't swinging around on wires terrorizing the streets."

He believed that second statement.

"Care for a drink counselor, while I finish my meal? We also have people searching for Frank Castle. And you wouldn't happen to know about the whereabouts of one Clint Barton? We have reason to believe his time as the vigilante 'Ronin' is also suspect."

"He snapped that poor girl's neck. Then he left her dead on the shore."