She demanded that he let her go, but of course he didn't comply. He continued to hold onto her wrists, only tightening his hands when she tried to tug herself free. "I'll let go when I want tae let go," he told her mildly. He was, in fact, entertaining the idea of tying her up, binding her hands together so she couldn't attack him anymore. Instead, he held onto her a moment longer, as if to prove his point, and then simply released her, drawing his own knife again. "As for your little trinket, love, you never know when I might be feelin' particularly generous."