The subject of Fisk isn't bait he's taking tonight - call it earned good will. Red's not all there, he can tell, probably a minor concussion. And to use a term that would be understood, Frank's not about hitting below his weight. Not here, not when Red had his back tonight.

He crosses his legs at the ankles, fingers laced over his stomach. "I was gonna enter the Seminary. When I was in high school, I thought. That's the way, that's where I'm goin'."