[ His expression doesn't change, as he watches the blade plunge into her leg, eyes cold and mouth an unsmiling line. He'll need to take that knife back, once she's done with it. It counts as evidence, after all.

Not that there's any forensics department capable of analysing it, but better safe than sorry. ]

Careful, there. You have major arteries in your legs. You wouldn't want to go too far. [ He watches beads of blood well up around the edges of the blade. When he speaks, it's conversational, as if they were talking over coffee, and not self mutilation. ] You know, Monika, I'm curious too.

What kind of life does someone lead, where they never know any pain? A lot of people in this world would be pretty jealous of you, if they knew, you know.