He walked calmly and lifted the sword to her thigh, scowling still and yet in control of his emotions. In his mind he envisioned all of those that had fallen to the same blade and that kept him calm.
"No tantrums. No fits. That man is gone. Left behind on the docks when you decided to disappear. The Handers have been good to me...made good use of my skills. If I twitch my hand one way or the other this blade will cut one of your major blood vessels and you'll bleed out here in my apartment. And I will drink a pint over your corpse..."
The dagger, he took in a deft and sudden move as his eye never wavered or flinched from hers.
"...if you do not explain yourself to me now."
"No tantrums. No fits. That man is gone. Left behind on the docks when you decided to disappear. The Handers have been good to me...made good use of my skills. If I twitch my hand one way or the other this blade will cut one of your major blood vessels and you'll bleed out here in my apartment. And I will drink a pint over your corpse..."
The dagger, he took in a deft and sudden move as his eye never wavered or flinched from hers.
"...if you do not explain yourself to me now."
