[ Simply smiling at his protest, she lightly pats his cheek before completely drawing her hand away. ] Oh, you don't need to fret about that right now. Perhaps in a few weeks. Although do keep your protests in mind. If you beg nicely enough, I might actually listen.

[ Kylo sits up then and turns her attention over to the table. Holding out a hand, she summons one of the bladed tools to her, a slender but sharp knife. While it would be arguably less messy if she moved him from the floor now before she began, she's more interested in being able to see when his range of motion returns than having him upright. Besides, she fully expected to get bloody, it didn't much matter how. ]

Let's see just what you can and can't feel while you're stunned, hmm?

[ Her eyes run over him as she debates where to start. Not bothering to remove his shirt -- although it is tempting, as she suspects her undressing him to any extent would make him uncomfortable -- she leans over him a little, her gaze on what she's doing. The fingers of her empty hand move over his left shoulder, feeling for a good location over the bone, and her other hand firmly presses the blade against him. It's slow so she can watch the blood begin to blossom on the fabric of his shirt, and she smoothly sinks the blade to the bone before just as smoothly drawing it out.

Right now she's more interested in exploratory pain than damage, hence the attention to her motions. Once she's drawn the blade out her eyes shift to his face, looking for any indication he's felt it. ]