Kishan gave the little man what could be considered an evil grin. With lightning fast reflexes he wrapped the fingers of one hand around Mickey's throat and lifted him just enough in the air so that his feet dangled. He wasn't holding him tight enough to cut off his air supply, but it wouldn't take much for that to happen.
"Now, you will ask politely or I will throw you through the wall. It's entirely your choice." He glared at the young man, looking him in the eye.