“Baby girl, I’ve been so nice. But if you’d rather that change, if you’d rather me show you something different, then I invite you with every ounce of my being to not give me the knife. Take a swing at me. Try to cut my throat.” He mimes the action with his own fingers, then taps a spot on his chest. “Stab me. Slide that blade between my ribs and find my fucking heart.”
