[Perhaps surprisingly, he nods. It's not a story he minds telling, or at least bits of it.

It's very hard for Fenris not to say something like that's what you get for being a mage and doing blood magic, but thank god, he resists. Instead: he listens, and okay, yeah, that is still a messed up story, but at least Harlan isn't cackling wildly and reveling in the gore. That's . . . something.]

I once saw the result of what your friend is imagining. I do not recommend it. It was . . .

[Horrifying. Nauseating.]

Whatever body that woman is currently in would be preferable, I assure you.