He sits up a little straighter when she comes over with the weapon-- with that knife, which looks vicious, sharply curved and heavy.

He reaches out and wraps his hand around the hilt to feel the weight of it, and finds himself impressed, and faintly comforted. The idea that he can be dangerous again, like this, if he has to, that's worth something.

"If I use it on Alfie he'll have deserved it," he tells her, but he nods. He'll accept that punishment, at least.