"What did you think I meant?"
The apprehension faded away when Till turned the dagger around his hand, watching the light glinting off of the sharp, silver edge. He grinned up at Noe who was still smirking at him mischievously.
Till rolled his eyes, "You know exactly what I thought. You could have told me there was no murder involved."
Noe shrugged, "Well, the day is young. Besides, I'd like to hope that you commit some murders with them, otherwise I may need to take them back. I didn't commission them like this for you to use them as extravagant cutlery." He teased with a wide grin of excitement as he watched Till flick the dagger around his hand with startling dexterity.
Till paused, looking down at the peculiar, fingerless black gloves with thin tracks running across the back of them like pale, blue veins.
"How did you commission them? What are these gloves for?" He asked, lifting one of them from the table to peer closer at the strange design.
