I'm glad we've had this talk. [He says with a laugh that could pierce through ice, leaning back to let go of Reid. His arm drops away from his neck, but he's not done yet. Not when he still has his upper hand, soaking in that fear and pain inside the other man's eyes. His gaze is a golden leer and his smile haphazardly wide. He reaches down to grab those snapped fingers and give them a harsh squeeze and a jarring little jerk.]