Hannah bit down on her tongue hard enough to draw blood, refusing to respond. She was still trying to figure out whether or not Emery knew what kind of person his brother was, and if he had, why he hadn't told her. Why he hadn't told anyone.
She resisted instinctively, but the pain was burning and his grip was too strong and she only lasted a second before stumbling forward, wordless noises of pain escaping her lips. Her head was going to hurt like hell for a while, but this was only the beginning. It would only get worse from here.
For a moment she paused, studying him with something akin to confusion, but it vanished just as quickly as Liam's brief falter did. The feel of the knife's edge against her skin made her flinch, and suddenly she wasn't so sure she could handle whatever he had planned for her. The fear that clawed at her was desperate and laced with panic, more powerful than she'd anticipated. No, no, no - she didn't want to talk about Emery, but refusal would do nothing except make things worse for herself. The knife hadn't drawn blood this time, but next time it could. And the time after that.
Bastard. "Fine." There was an audible quiver in her voice, but it hadn't gained a hysterical edge just yet. "H-He's a friend. A really good friend. I-- he's done a lot for me, over the years." Hannah knew that wouldn't satisfy him, but she couldn't bring herself to say any more. Maybe it was weakness, but she just... couldn't.