[He snorts derisively-- whether that bodes well or ill remains to be seen; his demeanor changes little no matter which way the conversation is swayed, generally.]

That's enough to make me consider the latter.

[Maybe his first call had been wrong. He folds his arms, rigid as he keeps his attention fixed on her.]

You want your mistakes recounted? For what? You know what's been done better than anyone else. You've never failed to recognized the weight of your own decisions.