She swallows the displeased hiss and does her best to sound convincing and not at all murderous, "You will turn around, yes?"

Yvaine thinks - in some far-off and often neglected corner of her mind - that, perhaps, sometime in the future, she should try to act more like a lady if she wishes to be treated as one.

This, however, is not that sometime.

"After all," she adds, and the metal of the knife is heavy between her breasts. "It will hardly take a moment and is only polite."