"If I pull it off, will you die?", Your gaze stops at his bone-patterned balaclava.

His head hangs down, his arms are crossing as his back leans against the hard wall, "It would be extremely painful" His husky deep voice tingles your ears. "You're a big guy tho", you say.

"..." He glances at you for a quick second, then closes his eyes. "For you", he mumbles under his breath.