[ It's oddly satisfying that Danse retreats, that Len calls his bluff. As it turns out, the intimidation gambit only really works when there's someone capable of being intimidated. And when there's a half-foot of steel between you and the person you're trying to make feel smaller than they are. The man works his mouth for a moment like a fish gasping for air and Len patiently watches him deliberate. ]

All right. [ He concedes amicably, perhaps too swiftly, as though he expected this sort of response. ] Fair enough.

[ Seems all he's been doing lately is justifying himself to soldiers with suspicions. Len raises his palms in the universal symbol of supplication, appealing instead to whatever side of Danse caused his alleged split from the Brotherhood. ]

You just been surveillin' us so long I thought you'd actually want answers to your questions. Saves you the inconvenience of stayin' up late expecting to see one of us commit a war crime. But I can't persuade you of anything if you've already set your mind to a foregone conclusion.