"I mean you won't live to see it happen," he replied calmly. "Or, actually, you probably will. But you won't get to do any of it again." He began to grin off at her. "I know that you heal. But I wonder how much that precious body of yours can take before it finally breaks permanently?" With his hand came Ruby's knife. He despised the weapon, yet admired it at the same time. It was the only known form of weaponry that could kill him. But it was also a very nice blade that he wished to make much use of in the future.
Starting with now. He examined it for a moment before he tilted his head to the side and flashed her a smile. "Let's play, Claire."