[It's not so much the secret that concerns him as the fact that she apparently cut off her own body parts to test it out. He wrinkles his nose, suppressing a shudder; he already has enough memory of what that had felt like, and especially now that he has his leg back, he has no interest in reliving it.]
...Right. [He clears his throat.] Well, uh, I don't think we'll need any of that... just some of your blood, if you don't mind.
Spam
...Right. [He clears his throat.] Well, uh, I don't think we'll need any of that... just some of your blood, if you don't mind.