Oh, come on. Give a man his kicks. [There's a beat of silence, a lack of movement, until Reid may feel the warmth of that cigarette brush by down his cheek and neck. Light enough that it doesn't burn the skin. Tyki stubs the cigarette out against the barrier to the side of Reid's throat.]
You should've opened your eyes, boy. In all that time I could've had half a dozen Tease crawling into that skull of yours.