[He bites the side of his hand to muffle the response this time. It's reflex for his body to jerk, to try to arch away from the knife, but he's already on the ground with nowhere to pull away to. He can't hide his flushed face or the way he shivers, but he's cursing against his own skin with no sort of enjoyment too.

He wishes he could get his own knife out of his pocket, but Shirou's leg is in the way of that. Great luck, he has. He really "had it covered", didn't he?]