"We warped," Law replied easily enough, sticking his hands in the sink so he could wash them. He lathered himself so carefully that one could have confused him for a normal doctor who cared for his patients intimately and didn't just practice medicine out of cruel interest.

"That aside, I have no inclination to start a topic I know interests me. I'll get bored, knowing the extent of what I want to say," He finished--drying his hands. Rather than putting on a set of rubber gloves, Law actually let his skin 'glisten' a little. His new-found ability sterilized his skin, coating it with a thin layer of its own protection.

From his index finger, the metallic tip of a syringe came out. A little translucent glass surface rose up, showing a clear liquid filling up inside his finger, "More so, you can talk about what you want. If you surprise me and I find myself really interested, then it'll be better than if I bore you."