[When his fingers reach a belt they tug the lapels of the shirt free, parting them to expose his chest. He seems to chuckle harder after Reid requests he stop, two fingers hooked beneath that belt as he leans in. Breath against his neck, Tyki nearly grazes his teeth along it as he whispers into the shell of the man's ear.] Or what?
What are you going to do, doctor? [Please, tell him. Make him laugh a little harder.]