Pratt shuts up, eyeing Blackbeard. Not scared at all, more calculating. He's been threatened so many times but only one man had ever followed through on it, only one had ever actually started to flay him alive or seen how long he could starve before he died or dislocated his limbs by wedging a knife into his joints and calmly popping them out of their sockets. And he can't tell if Ed is someone who will actually do what he says, or it's all bluff.

Though from what little Izzy has said about him, Pratt's pretty sure he's actually in danger of losing his tongue right now.

He doesn't put his hands up, he doesn't back away, he just stands there calmly, waiting. But if Ed shoves his fingers in Pratt's mouth he's gonna bite them right off.