Oh, you get it now? Good! Glad to see there's some brain cells up in that head of yours.

[He smiles cheerfully, then retracts the knife, pocketing it back within the confines of his robes. He'd love to just cut him open right here and now, but sadly, they need him. What a shame.]

So, you know your position, right? No trying to be courageous on us, now.