He tossed the knife down beside her hand. "Pick it up." He knew that re-arming her was likely to be a bad idea, but really, he had nothing better to do, and a few more injuries wouldn't kill him. Once again, he retreated to the other side of the lift, and sank down against the wall, keeping his eyes on her. "Come an' get me, love," he taunted her quietly, part of him desperately hoping that she would. Anything to alleviate his boredom would be welcome at this point.