Chrishton took the offered knife and paid for it with a wink in Taal's direction. Why he was winking, what possible reason the man could have for winking at someone who didn't know him and didn't like him, was anybody's guess. He acted a fair bit like someone who was drunk, in that he just didn't seem to care if Taal got it or not.
He stood there then, looking at the knife while Taal turned down the offer to get him another rabbit for his troubles. All the while seeming more interested in the knife, he came to some conclusions about what kind of a person Taal was. The tone of his voice, his choice of words... Chrishton felt he had the half-trollish looking thing pinned down pretty well.
It had been a while since he'd played around with a proper knife. He learned a few tricks years ago, but almost never had time or inclination to practice them. While getting a feel for Taal was as good a time as any to see if he could still do anything impressive. He twirled it once, then flipped it over the back of his wrist and caught it. He tossed it up into the air...
"Oh skin the fuckin' beast already, one of you," Dorcas interrupted. It threw him off and he missed catching it, but corrected the gaff by snagging it out of the air with his other hand. For a man who looked so big and oafish, he had good coordination.
"Shit, dun get yer panties in a ruffle, Dor," he rebuffed, and meandered over to the rabbit to plop his ass on the ground beside it.
Skinning it didn't take long. Without a hatchet or a table to cut on, he had to improvise while keeping the animal clean of dirt from the ground, but Chrishton knew what he was doing. He'd obviously done it before more than once. Soon all he was holding was a body of meat and bones, and he stood up again to go find a stick to skewer it with.
He did so, and was roasting it over the fire soon after, filling the air with an appealing aroma.
"Sure hope y'like it plain."