[Chris is still growing into his dad's shoes; he's a mafia brat through and through, but he's always had problems enacting his authority. It's no trouble making himself heard - he's loud enough - but respect has to come from somewhere and Chris knows he won't climbs any ladders without making people fear and respect him.
He'd thought he was well on his way with that with Slevin, and then all of a sudden the rules had changed; Slevin was right back to where he'd started, almost like all those months on the Barge hadn't happened. Chris was pissed; all his hard work, undone in an instant! He seethed at it, but at the same time relished the opportunity of a crash course with a fresh-faced recruit.
He can see that distant disappointment in Cassel's eyes, and resolves to be better. No fucking way was he going to let his little creep of an inmate walk all over him. Slevin had to pay, or Cassel - and others like him - would never give him the respect he deserved.]
Re: Spam
He'd thought he was well on his way with that with Slevin, and then all of a sudden the rules had changed; Slevin was right back to where he'd started, almost like all those months on the Barge hadn't happened. Chris was pissed; all his hard work, undone in an instant! He seethed at it, but at the same time relished the opportunity of a crash course with a fresh-faced recruit.
He can see that distant disappointment in Cassel's eyes, and resolves to be better. No fucking way was he going to let his little creep of an inmate walk all over him. Slevin had to pay, or Cassel - and others like him - would never give him the respect he deserved.]
You're right. It's my show.
Gimme a drill, Cass.