So all Frank has to do to shut up about moral quandries is to get him tired, sore, and half-asleep? Noted.

"What, y'don't think any of these chuckleheads believe that you and Jones are out there together shootin' up the streets?" Rhetorical question. Frank takes a sip of his coffee and leans against the counter. "Don't know, Red. I'm not really into that sorta thing but I can't say you wouldn't look good with a little collar and leash get-up."