[If silence wasn't necessary he would rather hear how his sister's plaything cries out.
It's over in less than a minute. Blood-darkened eyes are raised to meet hers, leaving behind what he considers a relatively clean wound. Something to heal quickly, that won't be noticed by Rebekah. But those marks are not what he means to admire - he finds his satisfaction in the way she watches him. He returns this favor with a smile painted red and one hand that remains at her wrist like a vice.]