There's something delightfully underhanded in that, in taking the vials of the drug off the very man who had given it to him, one he'd had to kill, and Philip takes a sip of his sweetened coffee, watching Reid over the rim of his mug. More and more, Philip is becoming certain this isn't a man he wants as an enemy, but more and more he's also realizing such a clash is inevitable. There are things Reid knows about him now, things that will no doubt find him keeping a closer eye on Philip and while he's doing well enough at the moment, he also knows with the amount of money he's making, he should have legitimate employment to cover up the rest of what he does.

That will be his first goal once these words are gone, once he finds a way to be rid of them. There are places to find work as a private security supplier, he's sure of that, and once he manages to get such a job, he'll better be able to deal with men like Reid. Men who might want to take any opportunity to throw him in jail. Philip's illegal undertakings in the city have been covered up so far and he's no interest in changing that.

"On the contrary, you've given such an interesting tale that I can't help but like you despite myself," Philip answers, though it's clear in his tone and his smile that his approval isn't necessarily something Reid wants. There are those Philip genuinely likes in his way, those least likely to suffer for it, and then there are those who are just interesting. They may yet serve a purpose, but he has yet to decide what to do with them.

"So how many men have you killed, Agent Reid? Those who were... oh, how can we say this? Maybe in the way of your job?" He's no fool, he knows it isn't comparable at all, but it's easy enough to twist the words. Reid's job is to save people and Philip is sure he's killed men in order to do that.