"Oh, well thank the Goddess we have his blessing." He rolls his eyes. Pauses.

"You told him about...?"

He actually does look a little concerned as he says that. No one was to know!

He continues not to flinch at her drawing with the knife. It hurts, but he has a high pain tolerance, and he won't be giving her the satisfaction.

"What are we to discuss, then? Or are you going to draw the message into my skin, rancid girl?"