The voice really does help. It's like a different person. Not flat, distant Mitch or that happy-go-lucky tone he can affect for other people when he wants. No. This is something else and it's so much more real than the other people Mitch pretends to be. J almost shivers. He starts to feel his pulse pounding in jeans that are becoming far too cramped, but he doesn't care and barely notices.

"Yes. If..mmm...if you'd do it."
Mitch is more fascinating every day, or J would be gone by now. Maybe with the boy's money. Maybe leaving him for dead. He could never leave when it would mean missing things like this, though.

He gasps at the cold touch of the blade, his smile widening. As the knife slides over sensitive flesh to find and press to his pulse, J breath quakes with what could be nervous shivers or silent laughter. Mitch is shaking. He wants to move his hand. J wanders how much of his friend wants to cut in and feel the skin give way and his life pump out, and how much wants to retreat from that raw power of life and death.

Speaking with the blade so close feels like taking part in his own death. J is silent a second, then answers partly for the added thrill.
"It would be worth it..to...to..ah...see you let go. And...I'm not afraid to die...Especially..when...I'll enjoy it."