[If he wanted the door open, well he gets his wish.

The door opened fast, and thickly gloved hand shot out, gripped him by his shirtfront and yanked him forcefully into the darkness. She shoved him against the interior wall, an arm across his throat. The only light came from the hallway and the glow of her red eyes.

He was taller than she expected.]

Let's be clear, Rethore. I am not here by choice, therefore, I do not care about your fool's errand of redemption. If you continue to be an annoyance to me, I will swat you like the insect you are.