It's been so long since Grahame has had the upper hand

(nothing more important than the upper hand!)

that he'd almost forgotten what it was like.

"Speaking of whom," he continues, because while he's at it he may as well, he officially has nothing to lose and no reason to keep this little secret any longer, "you may want to ask that Bar of yours about a man by the name of Bobby Barrel. Make sure you get a picture."

Cal is, after all, the spitting image of his father.