He raised his eyebrows. "Are you asking for a facial or for me to kill you?" he asked, and he sounded terribly amused. "What's happened to you that you're looking for the nearest ledge to jump from? That you chose me to be that ledge." He held up a hand almost before he finished speaking. "No, wait, don't tell me. I don't actually care."

He lifted the knife, hefted it a few times to remind himself of the weight, then threw it, aiming for Blaine's torso. It wasn't made for throwing and trying for a more specific target wouldn't result in much accuracy, even assuming Blaine would actually hold still. But it was a start.