He hated people touching him - unless, like Uhura was doing now, there was pain involved. Pain was safe, familiar, comforting. It was something he understood, something he embraced. And right now... He groaned softly at her words, leaning his head back to rest it against the wall of the lift. "Don't tempt me, love," he murmured, opening his eyes just enough to look at her. "I might just take you up on that." It could be dangerous, true, but as long as he had her knife... As long he had incentive for her to keep him alive... He twisted slightly, leaning into the blade in his shoulder, another soft groan escaping his lips.