Ricardo looked excited, but with his knife still at the man's throat, his excitement took on a sinister air.
After being called a sicko by Gao Guang, Ricardo stopped smiling, but his left hand crept up the captive's thigh, his fingers pressing and prodding.
Gao Guang started to feel particularly uncomfortable.
This wasn't right. Ricardo was Italian, not English; he shouldn't be acting this way.
Fortunately, after pressing a few times, under the astonished and terrified gaze of the captive, Ricardo suddenly plunged the knife down.
A scream of agony ensued as the captive instinctively tried to pull the knife from his leg, but Ricardo swiftly elbowed him right on the nose.
The captive began to panic, with a knife stabbed into his leg, writhing in pain, and just as he struggled to pull it out, his nose took a heavy blow, so he instinctively covered it with his hands.
"Ah!"
A shrill scream from the captive brought reassurance to Gao Guang.