"I hate that I gotta ask you to keep doing this shit, but yeah. Let's talk to him. If he'll have it..." He'll need Connor there, at least his ability to sense stress. If anything he could tell when Morbius was trying to play Hank, he couldn't trick him into something by suddenly feigning cooperation. Connor's ability to sense stress would be invaluable.

Hank looks at the scissors just as Connor informs him of the bug. He's getting used to sudden images; they're not that different from his own intrusive thoughts. Just sudden ideas and scenarios that he knows aren't his, separate from his own hateful memories. He's suspected all rented buildings would be bugged for a while. His one hope is that the Head could be a busy man.

But the suddenness of the favor, and the fact that he came in here with a fucking stabbing impliment, makes the surveillance, for once, less of a priority. "Uh.... yeah. Depending. If you wanna cut my hair let's at least wait until after it gets warmer."