“He likes to think so,” Rapunzel says coolly, because she doesn’t find him scary at all, but she can certainly see why other people might thing so. Especially if he’s antagonizing them for no reason.

“Wait, no. What are you talking about?” She asks, truly confused by the question. When she went to Sweeney to talk about Keys, she had assumed it would stay private, just between them.

Quickly, she pulls up her text messages and sends one to Sweeney, brows knitted and mouth turned down into a pout. Once she hits send, she switches back to the call. “What did he say to you?”