"Practically? I must not be doin' it right, then."

He knows exactly what sorts of things his reputation suggests about him. Most of them are true, after all, and even if he doesn't have those plans for her, it's always good to keep that idea fresh in her mind.

Setting his cigar aside, he picks up the knife again. "Aww, now here I went and left a mark on you," he says, teasing the edge of the blade next to the burn on her arm. "I really oughta take care of that."

Slowly, he starts to slice under the burn, taking his time in cutting the singed flesh off her arm.