[ Silco's lips bared into something a touch feral, almost exuberant, in how much he enjoyed the thought. ]

We might. [ He said, his tone said, clearly, that he thought it would be quite enjoyable to do that. ] I was considering strangling it to death too -- given that its curse was what got in my way last time I needed my hand.

[ He'd rather strangle Vander, but no. There was something better in the works, there. Patience would be the reward. ]

Hands might hold a sort of poetry. Maybe we'll use the same knife, even.