He opened his eyes, meeting that garnet gaze, "No. I'll take it. I won't scar like you would. No need to make you wear my handiwork for the rest of your life when we barely know each other. I promise. I'm fine."

Steve would manage. He'd been tortured before and he was sure he would be again. A little knife work wouldn't kill him. Embarrass the hell out of him possibly, but it wouldn't kill him.