Matt listened for you, his head twitching slightly when he zoned in on the sound of your footsteps.

You were a threat to Hell's Kitchen that he couldn't let go unchecked.

The hairs on his arm stood up when he felt you were in his proximity.

"I'll ask nicely once," he begins walking out from the shadows he was hiding in, his red devil horns emerging first. "Take your business out of Hell's Kitchen."