"Oh, is that any way to greet your friend?" Dutch smiles and presses the knife just a little more against his cheek. There's a fine laceration on his skin, a sluice of blood sliding down and painting the cool metal of the knife red. Oh, that's a good start. A very, very good start.

"I haven't done anything to him," she replies, taking out the other dagger and letting it rest against the prominent vein in his neck. She doesn't think he'll risk making a move but almost any he does will be countered and turned into a devastating injury for him.

"He's just left you behind like the uncaring person that he is," Dutch coos, smiling down at him. "He'll come back to quite the sight, won't he?"