James let himself get tugged back, letting out a low laugh at the indignant tone. "What? Can't dream up a knife to cut yourself free?"

How disappointingly unimaginative... still, he grabbed his own dagger, holding Kavinsky's hands between them and sliding the blade between his wrists, cool metal dragging across skin. With a quick tug he cut through the ropes, putting the dagger away again once Kavinsky was free. "Better now, pet?"