Harlow was amazed by the fact that he had only been standing there in front of John for a few minutes at best, and already he felt like a complete fucking idiot. John had the power to cut him down quicker than anyone he'd ever known in his life, but that had been part of what attracted Harlow to him in the first place. He'd never want anyone whose approval was too easily gained, and John's was impossible. It always set Harlow striving, and sometimes that had been too painfully obvious. And now-- now it was so far beyond his reach that Harlow could really do nothing but stand there and get mad about it.
"Well then shit, I hope it's cozy in there," Harlow snapped, sneering at John through the bars. "Because I have half a mind to fucking leave you here and go back home. Clearly you don't need my help, you've got this situation under control. And hey, maybe next time Walker, Texas Ranger comes around to tussle, you'll try doing it standing up instead of from the fucking ground."