You enter his luxury apartment and look around, everything seemed very expensive. He sits on the couch and lights a cigarette, patting the seat next to him as a sign to sit next to him, but you don't move, staring at him

"I know we never got along well, but now you're in my house and I'm the one who makes the rules here. You can try to be nice and maybe we'll even get along" he says with a deep voice " Sit " he commands to reinforce the fact that he was 'the one who rules the house'