He chuckles and flips the knife so he has it by the handle.

'Just stand still. It's not exactly going to fall off you, I'm pretty sure it'd stand up on its own even without a person inside it.'

He slides the point of the knife underneath the laces of the bodice and starts cutting through them one by one.

'This is kind of like carving up a dead animal. Precision operation.'

No dead animals are this pink though, something for which he's eternally grateful.