He was- [ A wince, still watching the knife with all the grace and charm of a deer on a freeway. ] -likely worried for your safety.

[ Much like they are, right now, since they can't fix shit. ]

I'm not worried about that!

[ Whoops, too loud. ]

I know you wouldn't. I trust you. It's just... ah... [ A pause, rifling through excuses. ] Thaaaat... isn't a kitchen knife, you know?