"'Do no harm,'" Rose quoted, still straight-faced. If he didn't know that particular quirk of her biology, she certainly wasn't going to fill him in on it. Her eyes narrowed slightly when he made the cut, assessing it. But it was evident from the blood flow that he hadn't hit an artery; it was too slow, too dark. There was also nothing she could do about it.
She raised a brow again when he turned back to her with that mischievous smile, and his offer startled a short, sharp laugh out of her. The two words she spoke in Russian were very clearly neither agreement nor complimentary.
"You precious boy," she said, her tone pure acid even as she smiled. "I wouldn't kiss you if the world were ending." True, but also calling his bluff. If he thought she really cared about the girl, her death would be that much slower.