[ it's not exactly the answer that she is expecting. most people tend to balk at the concept of disarticulation at the very least, but if there is one thing that harrow appreciates, it's a pragmatic approach. not that any of that appreciation will extend as far as the person, but still. it's a nice change of pace to see someone being sensible for once.

if there's any hesitation when she sees the knife, harrow thinks that she manages to have the good sense to hide it. any surprise, or curiosity, or any other annoying inquisitive response is quickly squashed back into her typical default surliness, a scowl for good measure, because he's smiling and that-for some reason-annoys harrow almost as much as the ribbon looped around their bound hands. ]

I am more than capable.

[ debatable, actually, she's only really done this once before. but that's not the point. she holds her hand out, palm up expectantly, and tries not to wonder if her skin will crawl when it's given over. if, she should say. there's always the chance that this is a particularly effective game of chicken.

well. harrow certainly doesn't intend to be the one to blink first. ]

You should find something to bite down on. I'm told screams don't add much to a party atmosphere.