"Then find a different way," he replied evenly, still watching her draw the knife along her arm with cool disinterest. "Find another way, or I can promise you that you won't be leavin' this lift alive." Once again, he spoke with next to no emotion, not threatening her, not warning her, but speaking as though he were merely stating fact. "How would you like tae go then, love? I could stab you... but that always makes such a mess." He gave her a small smile, one that didn't quite reach his eyes. "I could break your neck. Much cleaner. Faster too, probably. Less painful, I think."

He toyed idly with the knife in his hand again, watching the play of the light on the blade for a moment as though utterly enthralled by it. "I could throttle you," he continued distantly, as if the prospect of killing her was nothing more than a simple, everyday task, nothing out of the ordinary. "Of the three, I'd prefer breakin' your neck."