Dexter sort of felt like he was back in school. Learning again. Being taught. Having a real teacher. What would he have become if he'd had a teacher like Baba in the first place? Where would he be now? What would he be capable of?
He thought that he was about to find out.
She was going to pull him merrily down the path toward the deeper darkness, and he was going to follow with a smile on his face.