She carefully took the sword out of the wardrobe, finding it was lighter than she had originally thought it would be, it weighed almost the same as her knives. She listened to Haemon as he spoke and tried to narrow down the blade's properties, "Yes, a stungun is the right terminology, my Lord." she replied after hearing him try to explain what mild electrocution was like. She followed him, looking around at the assortment of weapons once more, wondering just how he was able to keep track of each one. When he mentioned unwilling test subjects, her eyes took on a different look, perhaps it was joy? Could also be a mixture of joy and her usual bloodlusted look she gave to her victims. Either way, the truth remained, she was going to be able to kill again. She remained silent as the gremlin led her, thousands of different ways she could torture the test subjects ran through her mind, most of them variations of her favorite way...slowly and painfully. [i]"I see into your heart...killing others...it is something you love to do...you enjoy it. Perhaps even more than I do, and I was designed to kill. You are interesting, Melody, I think I shall enjoy working alongside you."[/i] she heard her weapon say. She couldn't help but smirk, the sword had a way with her, it knew her quite intimately. Then again, she was in the Fae Realm, so it wasn't a stretch for her to believe there could be things here that knew her just as well as Death's Requiem did.