Quietly, Carver marks where Bossie lays the blade down. How fast he'd need to be to wrestle Bossie down if little brother lunges for it. It wouldn't be the first time. You have to be practical about this shit.

At least here, nobody's likely to notice if Bossie wakes up screaming. No one's going to punish them for it.

He lays his hand very gently on top of Bossie's head. If they don't comment on it, it's like it didn't happen. "God, he would. And I don't do stripper dances."