Kate had stopped her little routine, and was just watching him now. Her face was on the impassive side, and she would've crossed her arms if she hadn't still been holding the knife.

"And why, exactly, are you doing... this, whatever the hell it is that you're doing?" she asked. "You must have some pretty fucking amazing reason if you're that calm about saying you're gonna have to kill Percy."

But she had noticed he wasn't exactly boasting about it. That was the main reason he wasn't getting yelled at right now. Yet, anyway.