Wordlessly, Angel takes her hand in his, holding it so her fingers are splayed. He drags the blade against her skin, a quick, sharp movement meant to be as painless as possible. Angel knows how to make it hurt, but he also knows how to do the opposite.

The blood pools in her hand as he reaches for the vile.

"Make a fist."

He waits for her to do so, then guides her hand over the vile and holds it steady with his own so her blood drips directly into it.