He still hasn't let go; it's obvious that further action is required. Vanadi doesn't look away from those somewhat unsettling eyes of his mystery companion as he nudges the dagger deftly up out of its sheath. He shifts his grip, tugs it free, and presses the tip just firmly enough to be felt into the man's side, all in a fluid motion. Good thing he'd practiced that earlier.

"What I do understand is that I'd rather like to be released. Tell me you can comprehend that much, I don't want any unseemly bloodstains on these clothes."