At that Di tenses a bit and just stares at their hands. It didn't hurt, it was more surprising than anything but she can feel that trickle of blood as it slides down her palm.

Now she is becoming almost as lost as he. What purpose was that supposed to have served? He didn't seem angry or put off by her words and a small cut like that wasn't going to hurt her.

She raised her eyes back up to his, questioning.