[The change in topic catches him off guard, and the anger rises up with a scowl crossing his face while he gets his bearings. After a second he assumes she's offering her arm to go first, like a sensible bitch.
It seems as good an opportunity as seeing her cower, so the smile is soon back. At his side, the knife spins through his fingers in anticipation while he reaches to take her upraised wrist, hand moving gently as though he's working with a spooked dog.]
That arm will do nicely, my lady. You will hold nice and still for me, won't you? If you do, I can promise it'll hardly hurt at all.
[That, at least, is genuine. The arms were much less sensitive than the fingers or the face, and Ramsay was skilled enough with a blade to cut letters shallow enough to sting but not hurt. (And there was a game there to be played to see whether she'd trust him enough to keep to his word.)
Of course, he doesn't trust her to listen, not with the knife in her hand and not after all that's happened between them. But whether she fights him or holds still, he feels he'll get what he wants.]
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It seems as good an opportunity as seeing her cower, so the smile is soon back. At his side, the knife spins through his fingers in anticipation while he reaches to take her upraised wrist, hand moving gently as though he's working with a spooked dog.]
That arm will do nicely, my lady. You will hold nice and still for me, won't you? If you do, I can promise it'll hardly hurt at all.
[That, at least, is genuine. The arms were much less sensitive than the fingers or the face, and Ramsay was skilled enough with a blade to cut letters shallow enough to sting but not hurt. (And there was a game there to be played to see whether she'd trust him enough to keep to his word.)
Of course, he doesn't trust her to listen, not with the knife in her hand and not after all that's happened between them. But whether she fights him or holds still, he feels he'll get what he wants.]