“Hasn’t anyone ever told you that?” He countered, remembering their last encounter together. The knife to his throat didn’t bother him, his green hues glued to her. “I’m not afraid of your weapon, I’m afraid what might happen if you decide to use it.” A warning, but still not saying much to the other. As she lowered the knife, he stepped towards her, closing the little space that was between them. “No? Then why do I keep seeing you out of the corner of my eye, Jo Harvelle? Don’t you have better things to do than to follow the Criminology professor around?”