He tilted his head back, exposing more of his throat, and told her to do it. A visible shudder went through her. It had been so long since she had killed anyone worth killing, since she'd felt the thrill of extinguishing a life that mattered. For a moment her mind flashed back to her favorite memory, to the day her father handed her that knife... But she wasn't going to kill him. Not when he was asking for it. And not when that would very likely result in her death as well. "No," she whispered, smiling down at him. "I believe I promised to draw you the Enterprise." Keeping the knife pressed against his throat, she used her other hand to push his shirt up a little, exposing more flesh for her to press the other knife into, just hard enough to slice the skin.