"You have a problem," Jonathan told him, while he pushed his glasses up with one finger, "You are bad at bluffing and I know you'd never see it through. You wouldn't even hurt a cockroach."

It was just obvious. He wasted no more time now, he was certain that his would-be robber had run out of script by now. So he moved towards him, grabbed the hand that had a knife and used that grip to turn him around. He made him drop the knife by squeezing his wrist once, then he moved his arm higher up against his back, so it'd be painful. He wrapped an arm around him, using that to pull him close against himself. "Now we can have some fun. Now I'm in charge."

He spoke the words right by his ear, the smirk finally audible and visible.