She can do nothing but kill. If that is enough to serve you, she can think of no greater joy. All she can do, is kill. If she can be useful to you, then. But there is no way something so pleasant could happen. No harm comes to you when you touch herself. How mysterious. Even though her body itself and all its fluids are all made up of poisons. Even though you touched me, you did not die. How mysterious.Her flesh, her fluids, her mucous membranes. Even though everything about herself, is a toxin.