Hmm. Well, traditionally creating an antivenom takes several weeks ... Oh, but if you do have an immunity we might be able to create it from your blood!
[ A pause. ]
Stinging yourself is the only way I can think of to find out, though. I guess with this [ she holds up the beaker ] it would be easier and safer to carefully administer a much smaller dose, though!
[He nods and reaches for the clasp of his cape. If it were almost anyone else he would have drawn his out, but he knows well enough that she's immune to his particular brand of embarrassment and humiliation. He's got a lingering desire to dig in and find out what disgusts her, pick and pull at her until he can see what would bring her crashing down. But now is definitely not the time.
He even folds his cape as he sets it down on the lab table. Next he tugs off his disconnected sleeves and sets them on top neatly. He makes an open gesture with his now bare arms, palms towards her.]
Alright, use me however you like.~
[Okay he can still have a little fun, even if she probably won't notice or respond to his teasing.]
[ Entrapta IS kind of a sucker for hot dudes taking off their capes, but not enough to get flustered by it in the kind of way Niles might be inclined to dig for – especially not when there's science to be done. ]
Great!
[ Disregarding the innuendo entirely, she claps two of her hands together, and with one of the others – the one that's not holding the beaker of venom – she produces a syringe from one of her pockets and pouches. Why did she have that? Probably best not to ask! ]
Okay, let's see...
[ Her tongue pokes out a little in concentration as she injects a minute amount of venom into the easiest-to-find vein. ]
[Niles has at least three knives he could produce from mysterious places, so the sudden appearance of the syringe doesn't phase him. Once injected he takes his thumb and presses it over the bead of blood beginning to gather in the crook of his elbow. This wouldn't do any good if all the venom got pushed right back out after all. And then he waits.
And waits.
And waits.
It was definitely a lower dose than he'd given the Squip, but by now he'd expect to at least feel something. Within minutes the Squip had been a mess, flushed, sweaty, nauseous. He peeks at the injection site and it's not even irritated or inflamed. He feels a kind of tentative relief.]
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[ A pause. ]
Stinging yourself is the only way I can think of to find out, though. I guess with this [ she holds up the beaker ] it would be easier and safer to carefully administer a much smaller dose, though!
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He even folds his cape as he sets it down on the lab table. Next he tugs off his disconnected sleeves and sets them on top neatly. He makes an open gesture with his now bare arms, palms towards her.]
Alright, use me however you like.~
[Okay he can still have a little fun, even if she probably won't notice or respond to his teasing.]
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Great!
[ Disregarding the innuendo entirely, she claps two of her hands together, and with one of the others – the one that's not holding the beaker of venom – she produces a syringe from one of her pockets and pouches. Why did she have that? Probably best not to ask! ]
Okay, let's see...
[ Her tongue pokes out a little in concentration as she injects a minute amount of venom into the easiest-to-find vein. ]
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And waits.
And waits.
It was definitely a lower dose than he'd given the Squip, but by now he'd expect to at least feel something. Within minutes the Squip had been a mess, flushed, sweaty, nauseous. He peeks at the injection site and it's not even irritated or inflamed. He feels a kind of tentative relief.]
I seem not to be reacting.