[He laughed. An abrupt and harsh sound as he locked the door behind her, moving to get one of the ubiquitous bottles of alcohol he'd insisted they bring if he was doing this.]

I'm no such thing. What am I supposed to be jealous of? That some supposed murdering psychopath is going to sweep you off your feet? Don't be ridiculous, Detective.

[There was a bite to his words he wasn't paying attention to, pouring himself a drink, the frown still fixed to his face.]