The truth? [He drops what he's doing, turning back around towards the detective. He sure looks livid.]

You're in no position to lecture me about the truth, when you're still withholding information from me! [Information he feels he deserves to know. With one clawed handed, he pushes the detective, pinning him back onto the ground. The pressure he places on him isn't deadly, but he's definitely going to feel sore after this. This, felt really good. Having this power to force his will onto others. He's been biding his time in the shadows of society for so long, that it was nice to finally just say screw it all.]

And don't act like you know what I've been through these ten long years. [His claws might have cut through flesh for a moment, but he will let the detective go free. By the dark expression on his face though, he would have killed if he hadn't forced himself to hold back. It was a warning that he was done with the detective for now. He would go on his way without any further conflict, as long as Holmes kept his mouth shut of his nonsense.]