Javier chuckles as he leans forward, shifting more of his weight onto the table. There's a gleam in his eyes; almost identical to the one on the knife in his hand.

"Ay, come on amigo. Just one round. Promise I don't bite."

He's challenged you to a classic game of 'five finger fillet'. Of course you could decline, but that would be admitting defeat. Begrudgingly, you sit opposite him, hand outstretched on the wooden surface.