[For some reason, Danny isn't happy with that. He doesn't know why he's suddenly so determined to try to find a crack here that can cause Grimm to hate him, but then, perhaps its having lived a lifetime of always waiting for the other shoe to drop that makes it hard to really believe that someone would still love him despite knowing this worst part of himself.]

Then... what if I decide one day to start a new collection, starting with taking your eyes for myself.

[He says, with a slight flourish of hand movement here. One moment it's empty, the next he's holding a sharp scalpel retrieved from his labcoat, pointed toward Grimm's face from where he's sitting.]

I wouldn't kill you of course, since even I know I'm incapable of succeeding in that regard. Not when your death is already predetermined by that "Ritual" of yours. But, I don't recall if you ever said that it could save you from being blinded before then...