Good. [There might be a jab of pain, but it's only for show-- a tapping on a rib, the pressure of his fingers sliding through space they shouldn't be able to fit. Nothing agonizing, it's disturbing he's aiming for.
And then it's gone, and he leans again to the shell of Reid's ear.] You think you're a good match for her, yes? Well should you stop being one, doctor, I'll kill you in an instant. [Read that as you will; he'll kill you the moment you're no longer important to her, or if you ever hurt her. (Like he did.)]