"Very well. Just remember, her suffering is your choice." The Argonian responded as he took the knife and sliced it down the center of her torso, from her collarbone down to just above her waist. Ahnasha still could not scream, but she winced from the pain and clenched her teeth, trying to distract herself from it. She expected a sizable amount of blood, but only a small amount flowed from the wound. The Breton, as it seemed, was quite talented in restoration. He was keeping her both from loosing too much blood, and from feeling the effects of her adrenaline. As a result, she felt the pain all the more intensely. 

"You know, it is amazing what the body can survive, especially with a healer or two on hand." The noble said as he made another cut near her collarbone, this time horizontal and overlapping with the first. "Men, mer, these cats, we are all exceptionally hardy creatures. It takes the loss of quite a lot of blood before we will lose consciousness, which, by the way, my friend here is [i]really[/i] good at keeping inside of the body." He made another horizontal cut intersecting the bottom of the first cut, then paused to look back up at Fendros. Ahnahsa had tears in her eyes and was squirming from the pain, but she was doing her best to stay strong and look as if she could handle it. She didn't know how many more cuts he could make before he would have to stop, and she hoped he was exaggerating the skill of his healers.

"I can keep going, or you can give me a bit of information. How about this, instead of my first question, why don't you tell me why you are so willing to help those vampires? Why are you okay with letting your friend suffer for them?" He asked.