[he grips her arm firmly and tries to pull her away from the door, scowling as he spots her going for her gun. that just prompts him into pulling his out and holding it up. he doesn't directly aim for anywhere in particular, but he could shoot if he wanted to. he practically growls out his response in a rough tone.]

Since when? Who the fuck knows. But it's always been dangerous for anyone to get involved with me. They wind up injured, dead, kidnapped, targeted... and 99% of the time they're only there to use me. What makes you think I'd make it easy for anyone? If you're gonna bitch about this now, blame yourself for not being smart and giving up a long time ago.

[There's more to it, much more, but he's not particularly in the mood to bring those details up, or to ever reveal them.]

Now come back in here.