[ Honestly, this is the exact kind of blasé attitude she would have had about a stab wound if the shoe had been on the other fucking foot - and it annoys her a little that she knows she’d be charmed by it if she wasn’t two inches from absolutely losing her fucking mind. ]

Like you have the fucking blood to spare. [ She bites back, teeth faintly bared in frustration as blood smears all over her phone screen, making texting even more of a labor for her than it usually is. Hopefully Emily makes sense of it. ] You really want me to put your dick in my mouth while you’ve got a gods-damned knife in you?