[ he grins, teeth gleaming, thin lips stretching and bleeding to accommodate such a grin, and pulls away for just a moment, replacing the knife at jaq's throat with his own hand.
but then he feels the cold metal on his flesh. ]
Ah-ah, you really mustn't do that, now.
[ he's practically purring as he grips jaq's wrists and leans in to smell -- perhaps taste -- the blood snaking down his neck. ]