[He looks between Lance and his knife, his stare lingering longer on his partner than his weapon; when did he even have enough time to change out of his outfit?
Before stepping nearer, he'll unfasten his belt, letting his pouches all to his feet along with it.]
It's a knife?
[Setting a knee against the edge of the mattress, sandwiching Lance's legs (or just his feet depending on his coolguy bedpose) between his own.]
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Before stepping nearer, he'll unfasten his belt, letting his pouches all to his feet along with it.]
It's a knife?
[Setting a knee against the edge of the mattress, sandwiching Lance's legs (or just his feet depending on his coolguy bedpose) between his own.]
You've seen it before.