Ebony is still in a mild panic, watching Ignis' eye light up at the question.

"Dagger. Knife. Polearm." He pauses with a frown. "Anything with a sharp tip." He wants another drink but the bartender doesn't look like he wants to serve him another one.

"Neck is a fragile thing, you know," he leans over conspiratorially. "With proper aim and just a bit of strength, one can kill a person with a pen. Did you know that?"