"Will you? Will you handle yourself?" Jack laughed as he slowly made his way down to the bird's feet. "Because that makes me think you're an idiot. I've already disabled you, why on earth would you think you're getting away?"
Jack traced the bloody knife along Dinah's leg, though not playfully. He left a trail of torn flesh in his wake. Jack wasn't the type to try to make people scared with the threats of violence. He found that real violence did the trick much better.
"Scream again, chickadee."
He stopped at her feet and drew the point of the knife along the sole of her foot.