Curly tsked and took a step toward the woman. The knife was grinding gently over his stubble again. He’d listened to her request he “take it out” and shook his head gently “Well, you see, the only real problem with that…” without warning his hand rammed into her stomach, and he looked at her a little before he stepped back “is that I expect you to do it for me. Is that really too much to ask?” he held his hands out at the question, as if it was a very simple thing, and he couldn’t understand why she didn’t get it.