There was a reason he was sheriff. He was quick and nimble even for his hefty weight. When she didn't put the knife down he snatched a large piece of broken glass up with his toes and tossed it up so he could grab it with his right hand. The glass was now held between his thumb and the rest of his fingers very carefully. This alone would put most people around here in a state of fear. He'd just done that without getting so much as a scratch on his foot or hand and without ever looking directly at either of the two appendages. "I don't like bein' the bad cop, pretty kitty. I'd hate to have to give you a few more scars to match the one you already got."