[He wants to burst out about how he knew the dangers of the CIA when he signed on, and about how he's defending his country in a way he couldn't as a marine, and how his superiors are his superiors for a God damned reason, but he swallows that down and spreads his hands, giving Kay a look.]

I say yes,and who the hell do I get assigned to? Some kid? Someone who doesn't think anyone should handle a gun? You work for an Agency same as I do. You kill people for a living, same as me. And I bet at some point you had to tell that Princess of yours, sorry, sweetie, that's classified, or it's nothing, I just walked into a door.

[He didn't really want to even mention his own family life that much, but like hell he'd explain it to someone who he wasn't positive knew exactly what it was like.] I'm not telling that to someone else. You want to convince me that I'm a bad guy, go ahead and try. It's not like anyone else could do it better.

[By which he means he won't be convinced, but hey, maybe it sounded a little like a compliment.]