The man's eyes dropped to the wet, dripping vertebrae with a frown. "Ah..." Rhysand stumbled at a loss for words. "What would you like to do with it? Keep it as a trophy or get rid of it?" Regardless, he snapped. The bone and cartilage became visibly clean, ready to hang, but it still had a dirty feeling. Glamour was one thing but true cleanliness was another.