No D-Classes is a pain, but I managed to convince Researcher Smalls to step in for five bucks. We stepped in, I picked up the knife, raised my hand, and asked point blank if he could see it.

"See what?"

I stepped closer, and Smalls put on a small smirk. I raised the knife in my hand again, this time asking if he could see that my hand was raised.

"Are you paying me five dollars to waste my time?"

Another step closer. I wound back and slapped him as hard as I could with the broadside. He staggered for a sec before standing straight up and looking at me just the same as he did before.

I asked if he felt that.

"Harry, I can't feel anything if you don't do anything. Well, scratch that, I can feel bored."

I paused for a moment, thinking a bit, and raised it to his cheek, slowly drawing it back to give a shallow cut, and put the knife into my pocket.

This managed to get a wince out of him, but even then, with blood leaking down to his jaw, he just looked at me with a hesitant smirk.

I let him go after making plans to get dinner later. If there's still blood at the end of the day, I'll know for sure just how far it goes. For now, however, I'm going to check that my hunch is correct.