"No shit." He holds Neil's stare, feeling the defiance in it, the same defiance he'd felt when he'd held the knife against Neil's thigh. It's a goading kind of thing, and he knows Neil means it that way, and that just adds to it.

He presses him back, rock only feet away now and something stirring in his blood, much hungrier than before. "So you wouldn't have a problem, then."