The e is what gets him to hiss out finally, and it's a struggle to not yank his arm back. "Fuck-- that stings."

But for now, he just draws his arm closer, keeping it cradled there as he takes the knife in his other hand.

"Okay, you've got a point. It's not hard to top that experience."

"So. Murder, right?" He hates doing this, but backing out now will just get them cut up even more.