There was something a bit unnerving by her mostly silent reaction. Her calm demeanor was apparently not damaged so easily. However, a reaction was there. Just a small sound and fluctuation in her breathing. When she leaned against him, he briefly wondered if she was going to just fall over, but he stood still and focused on her hand instead. The blood was gathering fast. It was astounding how much blood a person could lose from just a finger, but there it was. A head was one thing, but a finger? He paused just a moment to compare the quantities in his mind, but that really wasn't a priority to worry about.
"Come on, now, that was half." Without wasting any more time, he rocked the knife on the joint of the next finger over, applying more pressure as he went until finally he had cut through. Apparently a swift approach was much too generous for her. Michel wasn't quite sure what he was looking for, maybe at least a yelp. He just wasn't going to make this so easy. "Don't just say oh."