“My house, my rules.”  Technically, it’s not his house, but it is his building; so he thinks it counts. Brows furrow as he frowns. He walks in to the room, towards the counter across from his, purposely leaning against it, with arms crossed.  “How about the fact that you still don’t security clearance. I’m gonna figure out how you keep getting in here.”

_{“or,” he said, moving himself back a bit on the table, “you could just ask how – i mean, i could get clearance, but with my… history? it’d be easier for me to get into a fortified base then this very room.” then again, he wasn’t in the mood for a fight. well, not today at least. “so, are you going to listen to me this time or do i need to steal one of your suits for you to do that?” not that he would, but it was still a threat. one that hopefully would get some attention.}