"We're just getting started, dumbass," said Noah. He shifted only minutely to twist his wrist around, taking Diego's hand in with the tie he was still gripping and crushed it in his hold. Every bit that Diego gave him, Noah was making sure to take. There would be consequence for everything that Diego did, no matter how small. Noah wanted him to really feel the power that was being asserted here. Even if his mind would never truly cower, his body would take over and give it up soon enough. That was what Diego wanted eventually, and Noah wanted nothing more than to have it all laid out before him.

Being reminded of the knife was enough to get him to switch its position. He brought it up to press its tip against the soft skin under Diego's chin, then shifted it to the hollow of his neck and pressed it just enough to start drawing blood. It wasn't too much, but enough that pulling the blade out and drawing it along the skin brought some of the red liquid along to make a gruesome pattern. "You don't mind, do you? I mean, even if you do... it's too late for that."