[That voice is enough to stop his frantic scrabbling at the blasted thing, and he shoots a glare at Aranea. Though he's less irritated at her offer, and moreso to be caught in such a compromising situation.]
I do not need a knife, nor your mockery.
[If even his magitek hand can't pull it off, there's obviously some kind of emotion magic at work here that's keeping it stuck until it does... whatever it's supposed to. He very strongly doubted it had the capacity to fulfil its claimed purpose, but he's not about to try anything more drastic to be rid of it until it proves actively harmful.]
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I do not need a knife, nor your mockery.
[If even his magitek hand can't pull it off, there's obviously some kind of emotion magic at work here that's keeping it stuck until it does... whatever it's supposed to. He very strongly doubted it had the capacity to fulfil its claimed purpose, but he's not about to try anything more drastic to be rid of it until it proves actively harmful.]