The tension he should have been feeling at the sight of a knife so close to his throat, exposed and vulnerable, isn't there. His natural inclination toward obedience is being ramped up to whole new levels by this place and compliance comes easy to him.

Dean breathes a soft sigh and keeps his head back, the faint pressure from the knife telling him where the blade is while it's out of his line of sight. As it moves lower, he's tempted to look, but it's safe to keep still.