He was completely tense beneath her ministrations, his breathing heavy, and she couldn't stop herself from smiling. Her own breaths were coming rapidly, heart racing a little. She wondered how long he could endure her blade without taking a break. She was making sure he wouldn't lose too much blood, making sure he stayed conscious, but most people wouldn't be able to handle something like this. Of course, Scotty wasn't most people. She'd always known that.

When she moved to his thigh he jolted slightly, and she let out a soft laugh. She had no plans to do any permanent damage, scars aside, especially not to part of his anatomy that she was beginning to take an interest in. He kept his eyes on her, and she looked straight back at him as she cut along his thigh by feel alone. Her eyes widened slightly in surprise when he actually offered the knife back to her. She took it immediately, amazed by the effect this was having on him. "I knew you could be reasonable," she said softly, and then dragged a knife along each thigh, shredding the uniform. After a few moments she pulled both knives away from his skin, pausing just a moment to gauge his reaction.