"Bellatrix Lestrange does a job," Max said, flat, the sort of tone that indicated a subject best left entirely alone. Out of reach.

For a long moment she was silent, and then she spoke. Weighing every word, a certain weight and gravitas to it. "I think you're a man who's willing to do what it takes. To stand up for people whose rights must be protected. To be that thin blue line, even if you have to operate outside the law to do it." She let that linger a moment before adding to it. "As for lines - we all have them. We ask only that people do what they consider themselves capable of."