"I know, I know, but before we get to that, we're really going to have to work on your manners," Turning away, Rick pulled out a piece of cloth from his pocket and wiped his face off. He was mildly amused, but then, the reason she only spat at him was because there was nothing else she could do. He could see it in her eyes; she knew it, and he knew it. All he needed to do was twist in the screw a little more.
"Now, we can do this two ways. I can stay in here and talk some more with you, if you're willing," he said calmly, turning back to look over at Annie. The blood was slowly drying on her neck, and he couldn't help but smirk a little before going back to neutral.
"Or, I can go see how little Teddy is doing. He's probably thirsty right about now, and I think I know exactly what could quench it."
He winked at her and walked over to the other room, opening the door and sliding into the room quickly. He left the door open just a bit, so that it appeared shut, while being open just a crack.
It was open enough that Annie could probably hear her son's screams.