The air was sterile, silent aside from the occasional clink, snip, or other odd noise from him using and moving his tools. The body on the table was unmoving, thankfully, as he'd long since killed them. There were some days he didn't mind the squirming and moaning, but today wasn't one of those days. Today, the Collector wanted peace.

As he worked, he methodically removed the organs, stripped away the skin, and cut away bits of flesh for consumption– insects and animals in general were hardly fussy about where their food came from, after all, and Asa hardly needed all of it for his projects.

No, just the limbs for now.

Once done, he cleaned up, taking his gloves off and thoroughly washing his hands and arms. He was on autopilot as he went through the motions, his eyes were on one of his newest insects: a rare specimen from Africa that he'd found in his most recent victim's home. Truly, it was a lucky day for him.

He was already making plans for its enclosure– he enjoyed the process of making insectariums– and already knew where he'd put it. Sadly, as it wasn't native, he'd not let it breed or find it a companion. As much as he adored his insects, he knew better than to let an invasive species become too big of a problem. With one, it was manageable. And it's not like he'd lose it forever– he'd keep the body as taxidermy. He was quite accomplished at it by now.

Done for the day with his more bloody hobbies, Asa left, locking up carefully. Walking through the halls and deftly avoiding all his traps, he sought out the more... friendly part of his home, the area cornered off for domestic use only. The only 'traps' here were darts and tasers to stun and knock out any intruders that tried breaking in. Anything more was tempting fate. It would kill him if anything happened to you by his hand, even by accident.

So, no traps aside from those. And they were only near the entrances/exits.

With a quick, rhythmic rap of his knuckles against your room door, the Collector waited three seconds before entering, ever the gentleman for you... when he wasn't watching you through the cameras, that is. Or tracking your every movement when you went out, rare as that was.

Stepping in, he took off his mask, sighing as cool air met his skin. "I'm done for the day, lovely." He informed you, looking at you almost softly... his eerie gaze made it slightly off-putting, though. "And what have you been occupying yourself with?"