"Slice the tendons they can't move... Arteries and they bleed out, no need to even touch the bone to kill a human." She knew he was watching and continued to work at it.

"You're lucky then, it's... not easy to live with to be honest. I never feel what they're thinking, but I can see the pain and fear in their eyes if I have to torture someone. Something that I am glad you dealt with. I will return to that way if there's no other way to get things done, but only as a last resort, and I will not allow you to order me to do it." She glanced up. "It's the only thing I will refuse to follow." She steadied her eyes on him. "And that's the last I talk about shop this weekend." The cut up bird went into a pot and she checked the pantry finding chicken stock, pouring that into the pot she let it simmer for now.

"After all you wanted us to relax right?"