For a split second, he bares his teeth, hissing even though he doesn't put forth any resistance (not yet, anyway). His eyes dart about quickly for a fraction of a moment before they land on what he's looking for: a knife. He doesn't let his gaze linger on it for any longer than a moment, and doesn't make any motion to go for it.

He juts his chin forward as if in defiance, although his lips twist into a semblance of a grin.

"First time for everything, pretty."