[ It's strange, the implication of what he says: they know different Howards. The one in her memory is eccentric, effervescent, kept his trade secrets but not much else regarding his personal life. In fact, she was often on the receiving end of too much information. Whoever he grew up to be to Tony...

That's also too bloody much to try and parse in the middle of the night. ]

I don't need to hear about Howard — God knows I know enough about the man to last me a lifetime. And you know me, or at least, you seem to. You're the mystery, here.

[ A slight smile. ]

No offence.