[ Well, isn't this an exciting welcome, not that he could really expect any different. The knife sails past right in front of Squalo's face. He calmly leans back a little as it passes, his expression largely not changing aside from a raised eyebrow. ]
[ As it looks like no more sharp objects are going to be flying at him, he's stepping forward to pull the knife out of the wall. ]
You dropped this. [ He throws the knife into the air, making it spin, catches it niftily and pockets it, blood and all. ] I'll hold onto it for you.
[ He looks at the blood trail, then back at Felix, gesturing vaguely in the direction of both with very fake generosity. ]
Don't let me get in the way of your housekeeping.
[ He's curious to see, most importantly. Maybe it's someone else they know, that would let him draw some... conclusions about the other man, maybe. ]
no subject
[ As it looks like no more sharp objects are going to be flying at him, he's stepping forward to pull the knife out of the wall. ]
You dropped this. [ He throws the knife into the air, making it spin, catches it niftily and pockets it, blood and all. ] I'll hold onto it for you.
[ He looks at the blood trail, then back at Felix, gesturing vaguely in the direction of both with very fake generosity. ]
Don't let me get in the way of your housekeeping.
[ He's curious to see, most importantly. Maybe it's someone else they know, that would let him draw some... conclusions about the other man, maybe. ]