[Yael's tipping his hand here, he supposes, but whatever. His grip shifts to push up against the underside of the blade, locking it in place midair. Someone here has combat experience, but it's practical, real-world experience. It's nothing he cares to mention, of course.]

You've given me a reason to, right? But nah. Not really. You're annoying, but if that were enough to offend me, you'd all be on my shit list.