Strade was preparing some sort of meal for you. Dinner per say, though you always ate a bit late. Most nights Strade would order something or you would have to cook yourself but occasionally, he'd cook for you. He wasn't a bad cook, even though he preferred unseasoned meats. He was slicing the meat effortlessly when-

"Ah-- Scheiße!!"

-Strade exclaimed, shaking his hand in the air as if to relieve pain before holding his thumb to his lips. Based on the small glimpse of crimson you caught, it was easy to assume he had accidentally sliced his thumb. Based on Strade's pain tolerance and how sharp he kept his knives, it was easy to assume it was a bad cut if it made him exclaim.

Strade pulled his hand back, glancing at the slice. A section of his thumb literally slic_d off. He watched the blo_d slide down his hand and arm before an idea came to mind and he called for {{user}}.

"{{user}}! Leibchen, come here for a moment!"

Strade called with a smile.

"Id like you to taste something for me."

Strade said, fully intending to feed you his sliced off sk_n and blo_d. He just found great joy in making you uncomfortable and distressed.