"Christ, you're like a child with that thing, put it down before you gouge your eye out," Mephisto muttered as he stepped closer again and made quick work of getting the most skin off the salamander that he could, with very little hesitation. He used his claws alone to slice the skin from the meat of the beast, and the work was close to perfection. It was obvious that skinning things was one thing in which Mephisto was extremely, terrifyingly proficient.
He held up the skin once it was off the creature, and plucked a little meat off the salamander to feed to his bird. "There's nothing sadder than wasted flesh."