[Briefly, a metaphor about knives, sharpening, and points comes to mind, but Emile's a little distracted by tiny redhead to vocalize it. He places a firm hand on O'Brien's back - nothing he can't get away from, if he wants to, but also one that firmly edges the other man a little closer until he's clearly invited to take a seat on that thigh, right next to a very noticeable bulge.]
I'm sayin' I don't want you to freak out if you start touchin' my knife.
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I'm sayin' I don't want you to freak out if you start touchin' my knife.