The sight of his blood calmed her as nothing else could, made the lack of space bearable. There was never any way to know if the calm would last, but for now she felt strangely relaxed. Of course, Scotty was too unpredictable for her to drop even a fraction of her guard, but the panic had faded away. Seeing the way he reacted to pain, the way he sank back against the floor so calmly, almost made her yearn to slice into her own flesh again, knowing it would make her calmer still... But she couldn't risk distracting herself right now, and this was a rare moment of power over Scotty. "Any requests for the next one?" she murmured, sliding the knife along his flesh so lightly that it didn't actually break the skin. "Or perhaps you'd care to agree to giving my knife back?"