"What it," he grumbled, "I like my ribs." He did! Knife handle to the ribs was going to leave a mark!

And he didn't really want to stay awake.

Which should worry him more than it did. Fucking brain. Just...fuck. With some wiggling he was able to work a hand around to grab his weapon, here was to hoping huh? "Listen to you, like you're an expert and shit."