He considered her for a moment, his head tilted. Even though the sight of the knife alarmed him, he kept his cool. Avice would never hurt me. "Oh?" he asked, retaining his accent. "So ah suppose you're just gonna kill me now?"
She chuckled, stepping towards him. "Well, sir, this ship isn't big enough for the two of us," she said, looking up. Suddenly, she moved, and the next thing he would k know was that the knife was pressed against his throat. "Ain't that right?"
His eyes widened slightly, but he only cocked his head. "Avice," he said softly, his voice gentle and smooth. "Do you really want to do this?"
"Jack," she replied sweetly. "Of course not. I'm only messing." She laughed, putting the knife away. "I would never hurt you."
"Yeah, but I actually got close this time. I was hoping I could trick you." She grinned, raising an eyebrow.
"Sooner or later, you're actually going to kill me," he said, raising an eyebrow. "And you'd be devastated."
"Oh, psh. I'm sure I'd get over it pretty quickly." She rolled her eyes, then grinned. "Though, if it were the other way around..."
"I would be devastated," he said, rolling his eyes but only half joking. "Completely unable to function."
"Is that what I am? I only used to fight people when they tried making fun of me." She shrugged, looking up at him with a cocked head.
