What morbid curiosity.

Sauntering along the macabre laboratory, laced thickly with ether and the hum of whirring machinery of unspecified purpose. Metal shelves cluttered with tomes and equipment, stained black.

Undeterred by decay.

“Ah, a lost lamb! Care to enlighten me why you are here?” He purrs. “Oh, but perhaps you wouldn't mind if I resort to my other methods to coax it out of your system?” A cascading ripple of laughter melds into air. "Merely jesting, of course."