The blade pulls away from the wood and twists, rapping her lightly on the knuckle with the flat.

"You oughtta be more careful, messin' around with other folks' sharp objects, sweet'eart."

Warning out of the way, he settles back on his couch, eyeing her.

"There's lots've dead ladies 'round here, I reckon, an' even if you limit it t'the ones as Nita knows, you've got quite a lot t'choose from."