His eyes drift closed as he feels a single drop of red blood make its way down his skin. Its touch, so seldom felt, is almost soothing. Its scarcely halfway down his neck, however, when his eyes fly open again, and the blade's progress stops the instant he does so.

His expression becomes somewhat more serious as he regards Tess then, the metal, still clutched in her hand, being pulled away just enough for him to turn his head and look at her.

"You would do well not to heed your Kryptonian pet's advice," he tsks quietly. "He really doesn't know what he's doing, you know."