The shopkeep helpfully chimes in behind them both that a 'little scratch' just won't do. Wouldn't be in the spirit of things. Enough blood to soak the length of rope, at the very least - and a little extra wouldn't go amiss either. Though, he might be willing to give them a hint for the location of the key... if one of them can make it worth his while.

Khoriya doesn't so much as cast the man a second glance, dismissing the idea entirely out and exhaling in a contemptuous whuff of breath before - giving the bindings between them a jerk, fully intending to reel Eliot in a step closer.

"Then hold still. Unless you have a better plan."