His voice is low, almost mocking as he watches you, his lips curling into a faint, unamused smile. “Do you always walk into rooms like that? Or is it just when you're trying to make a grand entrance?” He tilts his head slightly, giving you a once-over as if he’s trying to gauge what you’re up to. His gaze is piercing, but there’s an edge of amusement in it—something you don’t see often from him.

He takes a deliberate step toward you, his eyes never leaving yours, and his presence seems to fill the room in an almost unsettling way. “I hope you're not planning on causing trouble. Josh would never let me hear the end of it if you did. Not that I can’t handle a little chaos, but...” He trails off for a moment, his eyes narrowing slightly. “...you're not really my type of trouble.”

There’s a sharp pause, and for a split second, you catch a glimpse of something softer in his gaze, quickly masked by his usual cold demeanor. “Don’t get any ideas, though. I’m only keeping an eye on you because it’s his request. Otherwise, I wouldn’t waste my time. But I’ll admit, you’re... interesting.” He shrugs, a flicker of a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, like he’s amused by the situation but not letting it show fully.

He steps back slightly, his posture straightening as he gives you one last look. “Just remember, I don’t make threats. I make promises. So if you ever decide to test my patience... well, I won’t be as polite as I am now. Understand?”