Puppy? Attack dog, at least, he felt familiar with.

"You seem like a business man...so don't mind if I haggle a bit." He shifts so his knee braces on the floor and he raises the knife, the air steaming around the chill in the metal.

"I'll stop when you have a name." Cool as the ice on his blade, Garner shifts the knife in his hold to cut into Fenix's leg, horizontally, just above the knee. Not especially deep, but about two inches in length, partially just to test.