"Harrison!" he greeted, as jovially as one could expect. Shade wasn't shy, about showing up in places where he was likely not welcome. He didn't seem bothered, in the slightest. If anything, he only looked up from his cup like Harrison was a welcome interruption in his drawing room.

Which, of course, was ludicrous, but the point still stood. He waved a hand, as if it was nothing, that he was here. As if he was welcome. "Would you like some tea?" he asked, gesturing to the pot. Yes, he'd certainly brought a pot of tea from home, to sit in the Reverse Flash's living room, and enjoy himself as he sipped mildly at his drink. Because what else would one do, when they were going to make an impression?

"I thought you were above the vigilante stuff, by the way," he added, after a long pause, looked him up and down, and lifted his eyebrows and tipped his head in the general direction of the gun.