Actually just starts poking the Spy with his shiv. His expression is blank, he doesn't seem adamant on forcing the blade through, but he didn't say a word. Perhaps he wished to converse, or maybe just prod at the other a little more.
Pierrot turned only his head, blinking slowly at the sight of an old, “friendly” face. He smiled tightly and blew smoke in the general direction of the Brutal. “Why, hello again. Is that a shiv in my back or are you just happy to see me?”
The brutal's expression fell into a grimace, due to the other's voice. Not only because what the Spy had said, but partially because he wasn't exactly ready to hear that haunting voice again. But, despite the matter, he'd reply in his usual grouchy tone. "You know what th' Hell it is," he huffed, as the blade lowered from the male's back now. "Dare I ask why you're showing your face again?"

















