She was taking the situation much too calmly. Or maybe she was the type that couldn't really move when she was frightened. He couldn't tell. However, he didn't let it get to him. Instead, he tried to take it as a challenge when she neatly spread out her fingers for him. They were much smaller than his own by comparison. He imagined it wouldn't be that hard to chop a few off as he pleased. And if she wasn't trying to fight him yet, certainly she would be more upset when she fully grasped what was happening.
Looking right back at her, Michel nodded. "Oh, it should hurt. Struggling won't make a difference," he said in a tone that was nearly reassuring. Though he was swift when he finally raised the knife and brought it down cleanly on the joint he was aiming for. There was a crack. He wondered for a moment if it was her bone or the knife hitting the table that caused the noise. Either way, it didn't particularly matter to him. Half of her finger had been cleanly severed. His grin widened a bit.
"This is going leave a mark on the table. I hope you're satisfied."