Reese was obviously pleased with himself, and with the reactions his prodding had gotten out of both of them. He wasn't dumb enough to think that kind of thing would fly with a woman he actually wanted to fuck, but wasn't hard to guess it'd get her to start hissing and spitting, either. About as effective as a housecat, Reese thought with a smirk, but damn was it cute.
He grinned at her, clearly not concerned that she was in his face and apparently threatening him. "Hit me with your best shot," Reese challenged her. "But you should know, I don't do that sexist shit. I'm not gonna start anything, but if you come for me, I will end you." The sincerity in his voice was strong, but it was ruined a second later when Reese smirked, shook his head to shake off the bad mood like a dog shook water off its fur, then casually looked over at the handcuffed Riley. Making sure he was still where he was supposed to be.
"He can tell you himself," Reese said pseudo pleasantly. "I don't play nice."