Not much of a battle to be fought here. [He squeezes wrists for emphasis, pressing his weight on them as well. The Tease skitter across, nipping and nibbling away at flesh, eating through fabric with sweet, tender beats of their patterned wings.]
They're tools. [He only spares Aidan a slight sideglance, promptly ignoring him to return his eyes to Helix.] To kill a man I usually put a few of those in his chest, let them eat 'im from the inside out. Care to try?