[the knife is new, new enough to get his attention, and cause him to still for a moment. But the full bite from the edge sliding up his skin. And he exhales with a laugh.]

Who do you take me for?

[he reaches up, hand threading teasingly into his hair, before his grip tightens and he pulls him closer, a show of how much he didn’t care about the pain. Possessive.]

You tellin’ me you know how to behave?