Nathaniel did as he was instructed, taking particular care and pride with the way he moved. He was gentle with the fragile animal's body, taking care not to rip or shred where it need not be ripped or shredded. He was nervous that he might slip once or twice, but in the end he managed to make it through okay. Setting down the instruments gently, he adjusted the goggles on his face and tilted his head, listening intently as the brunette lectured him on the different sorts of muscles.

As if it was the most natural fluid movement in the world, he had already begun taking notes when the boy began to speak. Thoracic and so on and so forth. Yes yes. There was just so much to learn about. So much that could be affected and infected. Penetrated and destroyed. Rotting and deteriorated. The idea put a smile on his face and he felt perfectly happy with such an idea. Ah yes, someday he'd have the perfect poison.

"Perhaps going straight to the organs might prove a more fruitful experience..."