Marek's eyes lit. Kill the body, but not the brain - that could be done, surely. He believed that poisons could do anything, that the possible ways to kill someone using a unique combination of ingredients was endless. "You know," he said, "I just might be able to do that. It might take me a while to synthesize it - but I could set something up for her in the meantime."
He heard a scratching sound; his quill was still taking notes from the things he was thinking about. That was good, because he needed to sleep, he would need to remember all this in the morning. "Brilliant!"