[They wait in silence, for an action that isn't forthcoming. As it continues to draw out, they take it as their indication to continue, eyes straying to their knife. Watching as the blood gathers at the tip.

And right down to the ground.]

The most likely outcome, should you wish to continue, is that we both die. One sooner than the other, perhaps, but die we shall.

[Their eyes go to him once more, smile thin.]

I have things to do. And you, sir? Are not going to end anything like this.