"Sure. Whatever if you don't get me stabbed. Not entirely as easy to cope with as it was before this place," he points out, still not sure just what healing properties he has here, and not wanting a knife wound to be the way that he finds out.

So he stays partially behind the other man, watching the movement of the knife. Shifting slightly as the knife comes back to his hand, putting himself out of direct range.

Nodding though as he got the knife. "Progress is a start," he says, reaching for it. "Now let's see if you can let it go," he adds, smirking. "To give you an idea? You can use this to redirect bullets. And fire them back."