The bleeding has stopped and he sips both water and whiskey without too much effort.  A moment later one eyelid gingerly flicks open.<br/><br/>"Wha...oh.  It's you.  Good whiskey, by the way."<br/><br/>Slowly, gingerly, moaning with effort, he struggles to sit up.<br/><br/>"It seems I am in your debt...if not also at your mercy.  What are you going to do with the shears, dare I ask?"