Stopping in his tracks, half way to the door he tenses, hating how emotionally attatched he's gotten to the mortal. That and it was quite obvious the agent still thought less that fondly of him, it was the story of his life: to want, to try and to be rejected.
"You're thinking to literally and much too logically" He hissed between his teeth, turning to look back at the man. "This was never my intention for bringing you hear, unfortunately... sentiment is quite a bothersome trait that has been bred into me from a very early age. It's quite the habit to break." He's trying, if he can to avoid the point entirely.