It would take a long time for that to kill you, just so you know. They're only needles. All those little holes... You'd suffer for hours.

[It's said cheerfully, while he places a fingertip on the protruding end of one needle and wiggles it around. Really, Tristan's face is definitely cutest like this.]

Or you can ask me nicely to take them out, as your Master. Will you do that, or should I keep your mouth shut?