Al tilted his head and surveyed the steak bits in approval. "Needs precision. And you'll have to try it from further away."
Layers it is.
He slapped the two pieces in his hands together and stepped away from Jamie until he was in the corner. "Thicker this time. Two layers. Aim for the center and don't slice off my fingers, please."
He beamed, eyeing the meat with an odd look of hunger, and he knew Jamie understood him. "Think of Voldemort as a juicy, walking, raw steak. With a liver somewhere in it that you'd very much want to have for dinner."
He motioned at the pork. "There's also some skin, fat, and bones for practice. And if you want more 'layers', we can move you up to live fish or chickens. But you might have to volunteer at the butcher's for anything bigger."