Kilgrave is all about double-edged swords. But he's never actually had his people used for protection used against him. Even to the point of hiring vast amounts of mercenary and protection agencies. Paranoia pays off.

AND HE BEAMS AT HER. The most genuine non-explicitly evil/creepy smile he's had in.... what feels like ages. Probably since the first time he realized he had more freedom than Macaulay Culkin in Home Alone.

"I quite agree!" he actually laughs at that, softly shaking his head, "No, the best part is later, when the papers are all baffled at how it all happened, or at the police station--" he grins slyly then, quieting himself down. He's paranoid about being recorded, and there's no telling what kind of traps he could be setting himself up for. He leans in wickedly instead, whispering in her ear once more, "Watch them scramble oh-so-fruitlessly, like helpless ants trying to repair their own hills while other chaos happens around them." He pulled back, eyes glittering well evilly, but with clear mirth. "I find the irony almost as delicious as Bucatini all’Amatriciana." He is way too proud of the way he says that.