[ Krouse gives her a nod as he straightens up, glad they're in accord. The first round of paper towels goes in the trash. Second round gets run briefly under the tap so he can pick up the residual smears on the floor. He realizes only halfway through he's not even sure why he's bothering to clean up when no one told him to. ]

Bragging rights?

[ He suggests, with a tone of faintly resigned cynicism. ]

Merch? 'I stabbed someone and all I got was this stupid t-shirt?'

[ He'd wear it. ]

...so you're still planning on not cooperating.

[ There's no reason getting stabbed would change that. More the opposite. But maybe he's a little less disinterested in how that goes for her than he was half an hour ago. ]