Will turned slightly, putting his foot up on the seat of the chair next to Krampus' legs so he could lean in and over him. He tugged his sleeve up slightly, revealing the handle of the knife. "Do you wanna see what I got for Christmas?" he asked, unsheathing the blade and holding it out, the point towards Krampus' face. He turned it over so Krampus could admire how bright and sharp the metal was. "Now this was made for me a few years ago after I got out of prison. See how it balances so perfectly? Got it off my uncle, Robin Hood. Yes, that Robin Hood. He knows me so well. Innit nice?" He flicked it through his fingers, showing off his skill as the blade whistled past the end of Krampus' nose. "Everyone is sick of your fuckery, mate. And if you won't listen to us, perhaps once we give your contact details to the pissed off Prince of Hell, you'll listen to him."