[That's over compensating, isn't it? Greed tilts his head with a curious expression, stepping around his new insect friend.]

Sure, why not?

[He's in no hurry, nor seems to make any effort to avoid any swipes of the blade as a creeping blackness crawls along his skin with a crackling spark that leaves burnt ozone in it's wake.

Nope, that knife doesn't make a bit off difference, but it seems like the punk's bones are pretty brittle once he gets a hold of him.]