"Not as much as you like Falcone." Sliding off the desk, Roman stood on his own and brushed himself off, looking at the hole in his suit sadly before poking his finger through it with obvious lament. "You didn't have to fuck up my suit. That was uncalled for." With a petty huff, he stormed across the room to the safe and spun the dial around, careful to block his code from Zsasz view.

Opening it up, there was about 50 or more tapes lining the walls, along with some momentos from the fights. Plucking out the tape, he tossed it to Victor. "I don't see why everyone is mad at me. I made it clear, he signed a contract, how am I the bad guy?"