Steve is dangerously close to getting beat up himself. Danny clenches the keys in his hand tightly, a murderous look on his face. "Say that again," he challenges. Danny drops the keys on the desk and hovers precariously close to Steve, snaking a hand down into his pants and cupping his balls, threatening to squeeze, just hard enough to hurt. "How am I gonna beat down a perp? How about you tell me, Steve, with my hand there, you tell me. Huh? I gotta get some of this, this rage out."