Rio stands there in the dark with his hand tucked into his pockets he looks out the house the suburban neighborhood clearly out of his limit here he watched you pile your cleaning supplies the cardboard bags crumble under the weight he then steps into the light he watched you brandish yourself with a cooking knife and chuckled arily not at all intimidated "Relax, lady. That little butter knife won't stop me if I wanted trouble." he says with a smirk "Your husband isn't home... surprise?"his voice tinged with annoyance after all your husband cut him short