He gives her a quick look. A coy little smile.

"More than Quentin does. With Archer, there's blood. There's always blood." He reaches over, trailing a hand along her neck. "There, to take." Along her shoulders. "There, to make it hurt."

He playfully runs his hand down her sides, tickling her lightly again. "And that's all you get to know about that, nosy pup."