Todd's neck muscles tense, as does his gut when Andrew shoves the knife in. It sits in there solidly, but...no blood?

Todd peers down at the dagger in his belly, then back at Andrew. "What the fuck are you thinking, you moron?" He finally grins that shiny grin.

"Dead boys don't bleed unless they want to."

He slowly pulls the knife out. No blood, but he licks the blade as if it were there, his eyes sensuously lidded, coy, devious.