[Despite how overwhelmingly bad of an idea it is for Lucius to take another dose when they have yet to see how the current one will effect his demon-flesh, Fabius doesn't voice any concerns. If anything, he stares at his brother expectantly, as if waiting to see if he really will just pour out another mound of translucent pink powder, eager to snuff it up.

Then wordlessly he turns, his slithering tail cutting through the thin layer of dust that coats the floor as he makes his way towards one of the many metal utility shelves that partitions the operating theater from the rest of the factory.]

If you're so eager to take Ambrosia directly, that can surely be arranged. [One, because Fabius is curious to see what will happen to his dear brother and his new flesh; and two, because if Lucius does overdose, it's not like he won't make use of the flesh left behind.

From the shelf, he retrieves a clear, cleanly marked bottle of saline fluid. One of the many perks of his residency at an understaffed clinic was that no one really paid too close attention to the materials Fabius would swipe and bring back for his own use; and with the saline in hand, he makes his way towards the slab that Lucius has perched upon, grabbing the nearby rolling cart covered in surgical tools as he does.]

Do you feel anything more? [He's impatient,] or do you want it intravenously?