He stepped gingerly to the other side of her.  Speaking again and watching the way her blindfolded eyes tried to follow him.  "Curiosity is so unbecoming, my dear."  He moved again, watching her red hair drag across her shoulder as she followed his voice.  "Though I do want to thank you, since you did not want to tell me your worth the easy way, I can to find out the<em>fun</em>way."<br/><br/>He took a small dagger out of his booth and held it to her chest, running it along it by it's broad side.  "Can you tell what this is, little 'Covent Gardens?'  It is a knife."  He plopped on the couch next to her, his body flush with hers and he said into her ear, "And unless you want it to cut somewhere most unpleasant, like your throat, just to state an example, then I suggest you<em>hold still.</em><br/><br/>He moved the steel blade to her thigh and ran it along her leg, sticking the blade under the her rope when necessary and tore a very long slit in her tattered skirt to her knee.