"Oh, certainly, you'll be the first one I call," Philip answers dryly, looking amused, knowing such a thing will never happen. He doesn't intend on keeping his distance from Reid, not entirely, and he thinks he'll make sure to keep an eye on him and his boyfriend both, keeping track of them for his own safety, but he's hardly going to go out of his way to involve Reid in any part of his life. What he does for a living is never going to endear him to those who think of the law as being some immovable force, those who follow it to the letter and want to protect others. Even when what he's involved with doesn't include killing, he's not exactly working within the confines of the law.

"Maybe you'll be pleased to know I've found the possibility of legitimate employment," he offers, although it's not the only thing he's doing. "Being unable to leave this city means that I do have to tread a little more carefully. Maybe I'll go straight, Agent Reid." His smile says that's not likely to happen, but he's telling the truth about the work anyway. The job working for that young, strange pop star will pay well and keep him from looking too much like he's delving into the darker side of Darrow's industry.

He isn't sure Reid is telling the truth about his boyfriend, but Philip lets that go for now. If he wants to believe that man will respect his decision to walk into the apartment of a mass murderer, then who is Philip to try and burst that little bubble? It just seems unlikely based on what little he knows of the bookstore owner, though he admittedly knows more than either of them might realize. He had been sent to watch him, after all, before they had all been kidnapped, so Philip knows there's something different about him.