"I do when it comes to assholes like Wilson Fisk who think they own it and his boot licking task force who do his bidding," he mildly answers.

He decides not to look the proverbial gift horse in the mouth when it comes to Castle acquiescing about anything, even if it's just an offer for clothing for the night. Sometimes he likes to wear a size up in sweats anyway, so he figures that at least that part will fit. Not that either of them are putting on a fashion show any time soon.

Frank's steps across the hardwood echo and he winces slightly at the sound. Definitely a concussion. "Yeah. I remember."