[Jezebel just looks grim, jaw clenched while he watches Marcus load up the needle. He won't make a fuss, he won't cause any commotion, but he does not look forward to this. He'll do what he has to, because of what this place demands and because he was lucky enough to dodge anything painful the previous month.

Still.

He was not going to enjoy this.

Jezebel nods slightly, flexing his fingers anxiously.]

As ready as I'll ever be, I imagine.