He watched her a moment longer, unblinking, filing away what she said so he'd remember it later. But this was getting boring, and he needed a way to entertain himself until the lift started working again. "Whose knife, love? Who is it that you have tae kill?" He wondered, briefly, if it was him that she was talking about, but if it was... No, that didn't make any sense, because she was talking about whoever it was handing her his knife, which he would never do. Not unless he had a death wish. "An' what makes you think he'll be there, when you get out? If you get out? You won't, you know." What would happen, he wondered, if he drew a knife on her now, while she was like this? Would she fight back? It wouldn't be any fun if she didn't fight back.