She was fast becoming one of his favorite people in the workplace. Their jobs paralleled each other, or maybe complemented was the better word. They both solved problems. Like him, she said what she meant and she meant what she said. They both had to keep information close to the vest, for different reasons, of course. He loved that she could be so brilliant and incisive about her clients, but at the same time would get flustered when he called her on things like her tendency to squint when she didn't like someone. Matt was an idiot not to do whatever it took to keep her.
After he had seen the success she'd had with other clients, he felt comfortable referring Jason, a friend's son - a gambler whose tell was costing him his career - to her as a client. When he found out that the client was in debt to loan sharks, and that they had come to Dani's house, he was...perturbed. He became more perturbed when she said she had no intention of dumping Jason as a client, saying that she was worried about his safety. Without even thinking he shot back, "I'm concerned for YOUR safety." She looked slightly startled at the intensity of the way he said it, as was he, frankly, but she was also clearly touched and grateful. (He was starting to understand why Dr. Santino seemed to have an ever-increasing flock of people she felt responsible for - it didn't take much for her to see someone's merit and care about them. In that way, she was his polar opposite - he had only a few people who fell into that category - people he worried about and protected not because it was his job, but because he just did.) He decided to send Zeno over to keep an eye on things, while he'd look into it on his end. If she was determined to do this, then he'd just have to make sure the situation got resolved quickly.
He liked going over to her house, even if it always seems to be in the middle of the night. Sometimes he could tell she was still up, and he wished he could stay around and hang out with her. (He wasn't really the type to hang out, but it seemed different somehow.) Sometimes it was clear she had been asleep, and he was impressed with how cute she was with her tousled hair and flowy pajamas. He'd never met a woman who dressed like that to sleep. Everything seemed to be chosen for softness. Her bed was probably covered with pillows.