[Stains on the hardwood make the place feel like home. But if it were really to be like home, those stains would be in blood. A lovely thought he has in passing, continuing to hold Reid up with more pressure against the wall. He leans back, so Reid can see his face.] Good.
Because I swear to you, one foot inside this door and you will sorely regret it. Not just you, of course, I can also promise you that. [His eyes flick over him. Ah, bruises tell a story, he's not surprised.] Anything else you'd like to say?