Farfarello had sacrificed an eye for much less, really. It came of not giving a damn what happened to him. "Oh ho. Sensitive about the tongue, hmm? I think I'll save it for last, then."
That said, Farfarello snaked a hand in to grab Caim's hair, leaning down onto the man with all his weight, which would have to substitute for strength, given the circumstances. The last thing he needed was for Caim to bite his fingers off while he was working on the tough cartilege of his ear. Neither of the knives he had were ideal for the purpose, but he needed to save the filleting knife for more delicate things. Box cutter it was.
For this kind of work, Farfarello tended to wish he had three hands. Sawing through cartilege without being able to grip and brace the outside of the shell of the ear with his other hand made for a much messier line than he liked. It looked sloppy. Oh, well.
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That said, Farfarello snaked a hand in to grab Caim's hair, leaning down onto the man with all his weight, which would have to substitute for strength, given the circumstances. The last thing he needed was for Caim to bite his fingers off while he was working on the tough cartilege of his ear. Neither of the knives he had were ideal for the purpose, but he needed to save the filleting knife for more delicate things. Box cutter it was.
For this kind of work, Farfarello tended to wish he had three hands. Sawing through cartilege without being able to grip and brace the outside of the shell of the ear with his other hand made for a much messier line than he liked. It looked sloppy. Oh, well.