"Well, I'll consider myself duly warned," Philip answers with a chuckle. He isn't afraid of Reid, but he doesn't especially want to cross him either or give him any reason to delve into his life more than he already has today. It would have been preferable not to run into him at all, but at least in this situation, Philip isn't the only one wearing a secret and he isn't alone in the information that's just been exchanged. If this had been entirely one-sided -- if Philip had been the only one with a secret on his back -- he knows he would be much less pleased with the entire situation.
If he can manage it, he's going to make sure they don't cross paths again. Not until it's to Philip's benefit.
"Don't you think you're overestimating your importance just a little bit?" he asks, leaning back in his chair, relaxed and generally calm. "I don't plan on trying to knock you down, as you say. I have no interest in that. What good would it do me to get tangled up in something as scandalous as trying to hurt an FBI agent? Especially when that boyfriend of yours looked just about prepared to take off my head for daring to look at you. I have no interest in meeting my end at the hands of a man who looks like me, but could do with a bit of grooming."
He pauses, watching Reid, his hand still loose around his mug. "Are you going to tell him about this? About our meeting? About coming into my apartment when you already knew what I was?" He has a feeling that might be a point of contention between the two of them and although he thinks he has a fairly good read of Reid otherwise, he isn't sure what his answer to this question might be.
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If he can manage it, he's going to make sure they don't cross paths again. Not until it's to Philip's benefit.
"Don't you think you're overestimating your importance just a little bit?" he asks, leaning back in his chair, relaxed and generally calm. "I don't plan on trying to knock you down, as you say. I have no interest in that. What good would it do me to get tangled up in something as scandalous as trying to hurt an FBI agent? Especially when that boyfriend of yours looked just about prepared to take off my head for daring to look at you. I have no interest in meeting my end at the hands of a man who looks like me, but could do with a bit of grooming."
He pauses, watching Reid, his hand still loose around his mug. "Are you going to tell him about this? About our meeting? About coming into my apartment when you already knew what I was?" He has a feeling that might be a point of contention between the two of them and although he thinks he has a fairly good read of Reid otherwise, he isn't sure what his answer to this question might be.