He-- "--Nry!" Walter jerked the knife back, and the other hand swiftly gripped Henry's foot tightly, not intentionally hard, but it could have been.
"If you don't shut up, you're going to get us both killed. I'd prefer you not getting killed, from blood loss, from Sal, or even me." He sighed. "Well, how else do you think I'm gonna get it out? Kicking you?" His voice was stern, but not harsh, and very quiet.