As soon as the words left his mouth Till wrenched the dagger from the table and drove it towards Ren's head, his lips curled back into a vicious snarl.
The tip of the silver blade halted a mere inch from the bright sapphire eye, that still sparked with amusement.
Ren had grabbed his wrist with his injured hand and smirked at Till as the gaping wound continued to drip dark crimson blood down the length of his arm.
"My, my, it was just a suggestion. Are you so attached to your current décor?" He cocked his head to the side with a wicked grin.
Till sneered back at him, his light blue eyes tight with fury, "Touch him and I'll kill you! I'll burn you alive, you son of a bitch!"
Ren's smile wavered and he glared back at him with an eerie calm, "Be careful Till Atallah, I'm indulging you. I think you know that. Just like how I know that you're now completely unarmed."
