Griddle... means nothing to him. It's a piece of kitchen equipment, not an identity. And yet it works for this stupid test.
If he had anything else to offer that she wouldn't understand... Well, he does, but it's not something he's ever allowed himself to put words to, and if it didn't accept his mother's name, then what's the point of anything further about his parentage?
"To be quite honest... I would rather give it a little blood than play this guessing game any longer."
In other words, yes. He won't warn her to step back, but she has a few seconds while he pulls out his utility knife; he could use his fist, but this should at least save him a few cuts. Assuming the glass isn't a magical barrier...
It's something of a relief when the handle of the knife connects and the glass breaks the way glass ought to break, even if he does suffer a few cuts to his exposed skin. No big deal.
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If he had anything else to offer that she wouldn't understand... Well, he does, but it's not something he's ever allowed himself to put words to, and if it didn't accept his mother's name, then what's the point of anything further about his parentage?
"To be quite honest... I would rather give it a little blood than play this guessing game any longer."
In other words, yes. He won't warn her to step back, but she has a few seconds while he pulls out his utility knife; he could use his fist, but this should at least save him a few cuts. Assuming the glass isn't a magical barrier...
It's something of a relief when the handle of the knife connects and the glass breaks the way glass ought to break, even if he does suffer a few cuts to his exposed skin. No big deal.