Yuya nods, pulling the blade up and sticking out his arm. He puts the blade to his arm, hesitating before he sucks in a deep breath and presses it in and down along the skin.

It's a small cut, only deep enough to let the blood drip slowly from the wound. "Okay, there,"

He absently offers the knife to Yugo... if a standard pocket knife is at all viable to breaking angel skin.