[There he is. Crane continues to pin Bruce against his chair, using his stare to hold him down. Having no reason to believe the other man is anything but uncomfortable, he relaxes in himself, and begins to unwind as he changes positions behind his desk.

He leans forward with both elbows on the table, clenching his hands before laying them still.]

Do you? You are responsible for your enterprises. You employ a good few thousand people and hundreds more. [That's a conservative estimate.] You seem intelligent enough to understand what a reckless position would cost them.

[He cannot understand such a personal loss. He can only use his mind to imagine being in that position.]

And what it has cost you.