Dutch laughs though the sound is anything but pleasant. It's dark, edged with a mania that is both dangerous and terrifying. It's a sound many before him have heard just before she's cut their throats from ear to ear. A red smile that marks the end of their life.

"Are you planning on killing me while you bleed out from the large open wound in your neck?" Dutch asks, sliding the knife against his neck back and forth. The blade whispers over his skin, cutting very superficially. "That's quite the ambitious aim you have there, friend. I don't think it's going to go like that but it's cute anyway. No, no. I thought I'd open up your pretty little neck and leave your friend with the stains."