It was a good thing that the box cutter had never been a spectacular sort of blade to begin with--it would have been a real shame to ruin a beautifully made knife on this kind of work. The box cutter was holding up fairly well, though--dulling a bit on the thin, flexible cartilege, but showing no signs of snapping. Finally, the ear was completely severed, and Farfarello threw it in the general direction of the discarded fingernails. "I'm told things sound very strange, with the outer ear gone. Distorted, directionless."

Moving back down Caim's body, Farfarello stopped and sat on Caim's hips this time. The sexual connotations didn't even occur to him--he wasn't interested in that right now, at all. What he was interested in was slicing off Caim's damaged shirt, to get at the terribly fragile skin beneath.