Report me? [Knives asks, then he laughs in a manic sort of way. Everything he says next has a note of mirth in it that doesn't match his words at all. His voice is low, meant only for this man, but somehow that doesn't take away from the threat. He may as well have been screaming.] Report me? For not wanting trash to be near me or my brother?

If you had wanted him to move, you should have asked me. If you had wanted to touch him, you should have asked me. If you wanted to even breathe the same air as him, you should have first begged for my permission first.

And you think you're going to report me? How easily do you think you can do that if I rip out your fucking tongue?