Homelander rolls his eyes. Butcher is making this a lot more dramatic than it needs to be.
"I'm sure you don't need me to tell you how naughty you've been."
He gets the feeling that Butcher, not unlike him, is fully aware of the things he's done and doesn't give a single fuck.
He gets to work, changing his approach to business-like, no emotion leaking through aside from the tired annoyance that clings to him. He makes cut after cut, using Butcher's chest and abdomen as canvas; he keeps it slow and steady, the cuts small and shallow, likely to sting and aggravate for a good long while. It's easier if he treats Butcher as just a piece of meat that happens to get mouthy every now and then.
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"I'm sure you don't need me to tell you how naughty you've been."
He gets the feeling that Butcher, not unlike him, is fully aware of the things he's done and doesn't give a single fuck.
He gets to work, changing his approach to business-like, no emotion leaking through aside from the tired annoyance that clings to him. He makes cut after cut, using Butcher's chest and abdomen as canvas; he keeps it slow and steady, the cuts small and shallow, likely to sting and aggravate for a good long while. It's easier if he treats Butcher as just a piece of meat that happens to get mouthy every now and then.