Oh, shall I apologize for making your sin more beautiful than it would have been otherwise? [His words are dripping with sarcasm, his smile sharp as a razor.] Or would you prefer I score this one out and try it again?

[The tip of the knife lifts from Cain's skin, drifting upward.]

On that pretty face of yours, perhaps?

[He pauses as the door clicks.]

Ah, pity. Just when we were having so much fun.