[The knife spins in Ramsay's hands gracefully and he holds it first in one hand, then the other.
There's something in her blank expression that has a muscle tightening in his jaw (she knows how much he likes to see her in pain, he's told her enough time) but the tremor in her voice is enough to keep him focused on his task.
He smiles kindly (what he thinks of as kindly, the way he did when they first met) as he steps up to her.]
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There's something in her blank expression that has a muscle tightening in his jaw (she knows how much he likes to see her in pain, he's told her enough time) but the tremor in her voice is enough to keep him focused on his task.
He smiles kindly (what he thinks of as kindly, the way he did when they first met) as he steps up to her.]
Which arm shall we start on, my dear Lady wife?