[This is maybe one of the most ridiculous things Ryan has ever heard Min say. Oh, sure. It's fine. He has a book so now he's an expert at cutting himself open to make jewelry to barter for things, obviously. Min's being completely unreasonable, and if he keeps trying this he's going to wind up passing out.

Unfortunately, Ryan isn't feeling terribly reasonable either at the moment. He...cocks his head to the side, a little. His voice takes a strange tone.]

Ohhhh. It isn't that big of a deal, hm?

[Ryan lets that hang in the air for a moment. Then, a big, exaggerated shrug! This is fine, probably!]

Well, alright! You've sold me, Min! Sorry I worried so much - it's tooootally nothing.

[But, he doesn't give the knife back.

Instead, he oh so casually slides the book away from Min while he's still occupied with bottling his own goddamn blood. That's his now, thaaaank you.

Every little action is deliberate and pointed. He picks the chair farthest from Min-Gi at the table. He rolls up his sleeves. He lays his left arm flat against the table. His right, which bears a jagged scar along the forearm from the last time his blood was harvested for something, holds up the knife - tip pointed down, ready to cut.

(In truth, his hands are shaking and he feels so fucking nauseous but he's running on desperation now, and maybe even a little spite. If anything might make Min see reason, it's this.)

He takes a deep breath and looks to Min-Gi, grinning.]

We could probably talk her into taking paleblood crystals too, right?

[He moves the knife around like he's tracing the air above his arm, trying to decide where the best spot to do this is. It's still stained dark from when Min used it.]

If not, we can always find someone to trade them to for more darkblood crystals. Because it's totally not a big deal at all.

[Right?]