Ed tries to shush him, even going so far as to risk putting his hand over Stede's mouth (swear to god, mate, you bite my finger and I have to lose it like Lucius, I'm going to...). Hell, he attempts to direct the knife away since the blade doesn't look dangerous. It's more of a blunt stabbing sort of weapon, the kind of thing that'd require some force but could get the job done especially at something as soft as the neck.
It's a butter knife. He thinks he even remembers where to put it in a table arrangement.
"And yeah, I know I would. You'd never let me hear the end of it."
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Ed tries to shush him, even going so far as to risk putting his hand over Stede's mouth (swear to god, mate, you bite my finger and I have to lose it like Lucius, I'm going to...). Hell, he attempts to direct the knife away since the blade doesn't look dangerous. It's more of a blunt stabbing sort of weapon, the kind of thing that'd require some force but could get the job done especially at something as soft as the neck.
It's a butter knife. He thinks he even remembers where to put it in a table arrangement.
"And yeah, I know I would. You'd never let me hear the end of it."