[It's better that he gets out of the house. Keeping this up around Kobra and Jet would be too difficult after too long. Why ruin the surprise? It'll be better to draw it out. He can practice on Anna. That thought makes him smile around the cigarette in his mouth before he pulls it out and drops it on the ground to snuff it out with his foot.

He strolls up to her, eyeing her arm and whistling.]

Looks pretty nasty already, huh? Hey, hey, lemme see. What're we workin' with here? You did a number on it.

[He can be sweet. Oh so sweet. He grabs for the arm, so gentle, and plays it off as an accident when he squeezes a little too hard near the gash.] Oh, oh, oh. Sorry, baby. You're okay, let's head in.