He was lifting the mug to his mouth when she made the demand, and he paused with the cup just an inch away. Self preservation would probably red flag that, make him say no and leave the room. But from the bits and pieces he'd heard, she hadn't hurt anyone, and her tone was more challenge than threat.

Setting the mug down on the counter with a pointed clack, he grabbed a steak knife. Sparing a glance at the cat, and at his own feet, he held it out to her, handle first, his fingers gingerly holding the dull side of the blade. "What, forgot your pencil sharpener?" He quipped, because fuck it, he was a dick and he knew it.