"No worries about that. We have a stockpile." Of knives. No one was unarmed--

"If you two pests weren't around," he started with zero malice as he watches Porsche take a treat. Kinn wasn't going to; he had all the sweetness he wanted in his lap and he was hanging onto it! "Porsche wouldn't be in my lap."

On his lap, definitely. And to solidify that, his one hand shifts lower just to grope Porsche's ass while he looks perfectly smug doing it.