Once again, Damian couldn’t be sure if Lars was lying or telling the truth and he had no infallible way to prove the legitimacy of his claim this time around.<strong>”Funny. It always seems to be the people who have more to tell claims that they had reached the limit of their knowledge. Had you told me the truth the first two times, I would have been compelled to believe you this time around. However…”</strong>The fighter reversed his grip on his large dagger and pressed the tip against the front of Lars’ lower thigh just enough for it to penetrate an eighth of an inch or so into the flesh drawing a thin trickle of blood.<strong>”I told you that if I so much as doubted your honesty that you would bleed for it. And right now I’m doubting. After all, you just admitted that you help them set up for their performances and for a band that puts so much emphasis on showmanship needs a capable crew who are well prepared to make sure things go off without a hitch. So something as big as this surely warranted some measure of collaboration and planning with their roadies just to make sure it turns out as spectacularly as they envisioned.”</strong><br/><br/>The dagger twitched ever so slightly upwards, lengthening the cut by a slim margin to give him an idea of what was in store should he not be forthright.<strong>”Tell me the truth now and I’ll spare your… hmmmm… I think I’ll start with the middle finger on your right hand. I’ll pretend you didn’t just try to hide something from me and be satisfied with a simple wound. Just how simple depends on how quickly you can convince me of your honesty or tell me the truth, whichever the case. So, I’ll ask again; how were they planning on incorporating us into their performance?”</strong>After asking the question, the dagger would move at a snail’s pace up his thigh for as long as it would take for him to provide a satisfactory answer that could only have been the truth.