Malfiend flinched slightly at the pain, it wasn't a bad cut. She had done as he had asked of her.<br/><br/>"I'm not one of those, but I'm glad to know that you are cautious and also see one of your tricks. With some luck I won't need to do this for you."<br/><br/>He placed his other hand over the cut and a yellow light shined healing the cut. He wasn't doing this to make a carnival act of himself, he knew that many fakes bluffed their way into contracts way over their heads claiming to have impossible skills and then got butchered. He wanted her to know some of what he could do, and build some kind of trust.<br/><br/>After healing himself he offered her the handle of the knife "You take good care of your tools, this is very sharp."