[Sherwood has done a lot of thinking about reanimating live stock to solve logistical troubles with feeding armies or his own people. Most he pitched the idea to were of the mind it was too unethical to pursue. That wouldn't stop him, of course, but it seemed too quickly to contaminate with disease or blight to be viable.

The idea that this place had workshopped it into being streamlined wasn't out of his realm of possibility. The hotel really is a marvel of organization, even if certain people (Steve, specifically) proved there were flaws,]

I do merely enjoy butchery, my good lad, as one might take satisfaction in any manner of practical skill. There is a tactile satisfaction in the act, as well as the comforting knowledge of a job done to my personal standards. [Sherwood has very handily and completely dissected theses two rabbits. Skin is set aside to tan, meat is separated into useful cuts, bones meticulously organized in a rough reconstruction. Sherwood speaks casually as he takes a towel and wipes down his gloved hands and arms,]

Besides, blood is easy to clean.

[Oh, what's that? Just him not answering that last inquiry-? Brushing right by it as if just too distracted to notice....]