Had he lips, Zixx would have been grinning, though the only outward gesture he made was to absently lift his right hand, which still held the scalpel. The other, his left, placing another slice of meat behind his tentacle sack. <If none other... Then I will pitch my... Shall we say, talents? Though, I am well aware that this, would be a last resort... Both the use of such a serum, and myself being the... Handler?> With the last of the meat slices now tucked away in fiends know where, the Illithid once more leaned back in his chair, one leg folding across the other, the toetip bobbing as he whiped the blade clean, and put it away... He knew none of them would trust -him- to keep the 'beast' at bay, but hopefully it would prod someone of better, character, to take up the reigns...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>