[Although Giovanni can't see it, Keith's lips twist in disdain. There's no way that he would throw this away by overthinking. That isn't his style. There's a ripple of frustration in his tone when he finally speaks, as he can barely conceal that it got to him. He wouldn't risk this. Indecision isn't his style.

It won't ever be.]

I go lower. It sounds like you're more capable than me of getting up to cut them off on time, and you'll know exactly where they are because of your hearing. Don't do anything stupid.

[As if he would. But Keith is a little irritated, so he throws in that last part—implying that it's even possible at all.]