[his eyes flick up from the knife (which of course doesn't slow in its rhythm) and he fixes Tonic with a look that is somehow both predatory and quite appreciative. it's not a bad look. it's a smile with sharp little teeth.]

Have I failed to mention that hobby of mine before? [the knife flips around to be held point-first in his hand, and then flips along his fingers to be gripped point-down, while he thinks.] I just couldn't help but imagine that it might be more effortless, like this. Maybe something more like dancing than a struggle.