Lalo is about to say something else when Louis's smile stops him cold. It's not the first time that Lalo has witnessed someone smiling like that. The cartel is full of men with small smiles that don't reach their eyes. But something about makes Lalo feel sick again, his relaxation starting to ebb away get as quickly as it had come.

Something in the back of his mind whispers that he should listen to Louis, and Lalo immediately resents the voice's good sense. He can't bring himself to outright submit so easily, even when he knows it might be the smart thing to do on paper.

Don't mess with Chloe, huh?

"Oh?" Lalo asks coolly, as dispassionately as he can muster. "Why's that, if I may ask?"