"You know, while I do love talking to you, I don't think I'm going to let you continue to stall me," she drawls, drawing the tip of the knife around his ear with the intent to cut, to bleed, to hurt. It's not deep enough to fully extract the body part but she'll get to that.

"This is much more fun," she decides, keeping the other knife right at his throat, pressing hard enough to separate skin torturously slow. "Tell me, do you prefer me to do this right handed or left handed? I'm able to do both, you know. And I'm feeling quite generous tonight."