He laughed once again. "Oh Arpeggio. You know VERY well that I could never physically move you. But I think it can be done with a little bit of.... Manipulation." He put a strong emphasis on the last word. He quickly reached into the trash can and pulled out a sharp piece of jagged glass from the accident. He waved it around in the air in a carefree manner. "Celestia only knows what was in this, I cant IMAGINE what residue still resides on this little thing." Blackwing swiftly positioned himself so that we was holding Silver in a hostage hold, pressing the rough, jagged piece of glass against his neck, not applying too much pressure. "I SAID GET OUT." He reiterated, motioning his head in the direction of the open door.