His attention was focused solely on her, eyes following every move. She felt a thrill of power at being so in control of this moment, even if he was letting her have that control. He was so responsive to every touch of her knives and teeth. The hitch in his breath sent a little shudder through her. When he told her he was being selfish, she raised an amused eyebrow, and grinned when he said she was good with a blade. "Why thank you, Scotty," she replied, voice silken. "It's nice to know my work is appreciated."

He couldn't quite relax even though she'd stopped cutting, and she watched in approving interest as he tried to quell his shaking and relax his muscles. The words confirmed how much he wanted her to continue, and she grinned. If he had wanted her to stop, she probably wouldn't have, but she derived a certain type of pleasure from knowing he wanted her knife against him. "No, I'm not stopping," she murmured, and her teeth sunk into his other shoulder at the same time that both blades sliced into the same leg.