"Or I just snap your neck right now and you wake up in an hour with no scar, no blood loss, and a sore neck for a couple of days."

It is not a real suggestion, and the quiet, flat tone of his voice should tell her that. He would never, ever. Ever.

But her plan is about that reasonable, okay. That's all he's saying.

Then he sighs. "If you really don't want anyone to notice, then I'd better clean up the hallway. And get you a scarf from the wardrobe, maybe."

After he gets changed and hikes up to the mess to get her something to drink.