[Shaw will be good and resist the urge to make any sort of joke or reference to weaponplay - out loud, anyway. No sense in risking scaring the guy off.]
Don't worry - no knives in you. And if we end up anywhere else...
[She rakes her gaze up and down his torso, eyes eventually coming to rest on his mouth.]
no subject
Don't worry - no knives in you. And if we end up anywhere else...
[She rakes her gaze up and down his torso, eyes eventually coming to rest on his mouth.]
... all weapons clear across the room.