“Ah, I remember. Something slow and painful involving flesh-eating bacteria.” She nods. “So I could sit in a chair in the corner and watch as you’re consumed inch by inch over the course of days. No, weeks. Months.” She smiles. “In agony.” I chuckle. “You actually like that idea. What a little monster. And you look so sweet.” After an odd pause, her voice comes out tentative. “You think I look sweet?” “No. I think you look like a camel. You’re revolting.”
