"Well, I don't want too..for now, I want to know about the cyanide."
"I really don't know what you're talking about..."
He looked up at her then looked her up and down then put her down so she could stand but he instantly pinned her down and looked at her.
"Move and you get bitten again. Do you hear me."
"Ah!"
Her eyes widen, face flushing
"..Alright.."
He started patting at her legs like pockets, just how a police officer would.
"W-wait-s-stop-"
her left hand quickly reaches towards her pocket
He grabbed her hand before it could reach her pockets and he looked up at her and pushed her hand away and dug his hands into the left pocket.
He can feel something small and hard in that pocket
He pulls it out and looks at it.
It's a knife in a scabbard-but before he can react or say anything about that, there's another knife held to his throat. She smirks at him
"Rule number one: Always bring a backup knife."
