[There is sarcasm there in his tone, true, and Bennet has half a mind to reprimand him for it. But he has cooperated, has not forced him to draw his steel, and that is enough to earn him a reprieve.]
Aye, that we shall.
[His response is arrow straight, taking the mage's words entirely at their face value.
Taking the knife, he examines in quickly, testing its edge and temper between his fingers. A fair enough blade, he thinks, if ill used; with the sheath to his own knife in use, he must tuck it between his own belt.]
Your hands.
[Producing a small coil of rope, he begins binding his captive's wrists.]
no subject
Aye, that we shall.
[His response is arrow straight, taking the mage's words entirely at their face value.
Taking the knife, he examines in quickly, testing its edge and temper between his fingers. A fair enough blade, he thinks, if ill used; with the sheath to his own knife in use, he must tuck it between his own belt.]
Your hands.
[Producing a small coil of rope, he begins binding his captive's wrists.]