"The things you say." Barty wasn't even sure what to make of all that. He knew he was lying about being scared, but he supposed a bit of desperate grandstanding was to be expected. He grabbed Nathan by the arm again and pulled him along into the kitchen. He opened the drawer by the stove and picked up the biggest knife, setting it down on the counter.

Then he looked at Nathan, raising an eyebrow. "Take that knife and kill yourself."