Nothing and then something. That 'something' being a very sharp sudden burst of agony above one's liver, as Bill slides the shard of broken glass into Alex's side. He relishes the sadistic simplicity of it for a moment, before driving the makeshift blade even further in, curving upward in an attempt to chip at just a little more bone. The exhaustion is apparent with the way he grips from behind, yet the singsong quality of his voice never wavers.

"BUT WHERE WOULD THE FUN IN THAT BE?"

In an effort to prevent the other from turning, Bill continues to grip one hand at the base of the neck and carefully attempts to edge Kralie back into the opposite room he just kicked open.

"In FACT, I'D go as FAR as to say YOU'RE LATE."