"Glad you didn't have to pop anything out of a socket then or I'd really be in trouble. Only got so many throwing knives." He rolls his shoulders deliberately. It hurts like a bitch.

But nothing he's not expecting.

He runs a cloth one last time over the blade and, satisfied, slots it back into the handle-sheath.

"And using it one-handed is possible, sure, but you get less control and precision, easier to get unbalanced." He glances down at Steve as he starts to clean up, snorting a little. "You want a chair?"