[She's so small the spikes probably wouldn't reach her anyway. You'd think Lucifer would make an effort to decorate his torture room with appropriately sized devices.]

Perhaps not the worst, but who wants a stranger to go at them with a knife? [A pause.] Mmm, come to think of it, some people would go 'please sir, can I have another' at that.

[But she doesn't sound like she's one of them.

Her arm doesn't reach as far as he would like, so he grabs the end of his chair and drags it closer, sitting himself diagonal to her and rearranging her arm to accommodate his new position. Blade hovering over her forearm, he holds her wrist to the table and raises an eyebrow as she continues to speak.]

Yes, I can. [Pegasus turns the knife in his fingers and reaches over to close her mouth by tapping the handle her under the chin.] You were making suggestive comments before you'd even seen me, and I've barely been here five minutes, so you just sound disingenuous. You're a pretty girl. You don't need to come on this strong, nor to men my age. Assuming your appearance isn't deceiving me. [She looks young, but it's always a little difficult to gauge age. People in their earlier twenties can look pretty young.

Drawing the knife away, he slips it back around and applies it to her arm, cutting as shallow as the exercise allows. One neat line.]

Good guess. Do you have any talent in the arts? [Maybe she'll drop whatever this is if they move on to a more palatable topic.]