My love, Once again, you have outdone yourself with this creature. Eviscerations do not normally excite my heart, but your skills with knife and saw can make any heart flutter. Her shrill shrieks in the cold night air were like the songs of doves in the zephyrs of summertime. The waifting aroma of her charred flesh was like scenting the heavens themselves. When you are finished with your task, I shall come find you in your quarters. We can use the knives tonight, if you'd like. Love,