[And Puck makes no attempt to reach for it. Also ignoring the nonsense about weakness for now.]
Really, kid, if you'd make up your mind? You want me to help you with the dying business, but you won't lend me the knife to do so? Quick and painless, I promise you - you won't know what hit you. [Alright, now there's magic in there. Don't his words make an awful lot of sense?]