"I was serious in my offer, though- during our little interaction over the network." Byron set down his glass on the table, pulling one of his throwing knives from the stitched sheath in the back of his pants. All of his performance outfits had hidden pockets for his knives, which meant that Byron always had something sharp to play with.
The metal sheened in the amber light of the trailer as he held it out for Conor to take. "A peace offering really. You may stab me as much as you feel necessary for the grievance." Not quite waiting for Conor to answer, Byron took off his shirt and set it aside. If Conor had not taken the knife when offered it would have been placed in-between them on the couch. "I only ask, not in the heart as I do have work I must do."