"no, you know what, i don't like your tone. lay it at my feet, i'll kick it down the road. sorry if your life is difficult without your wife, you'll have to be more specific though-"

I put on my glasses, so I can see if Burr is softening. I see him glaring back at me. He's always hated dueling, hated confrontation. I never had his instinct for self-preservation. I feel a sense of calm fill me. It's not in his political interest to kill me.