She was a strange thing, that was for sure. Dexter wasn't certain that he'd made the right choice. There were only two ways it could go, though. Either she would fly right, or he'd end up killing her.
He watched her hand as it reached out to him, not really understanding her intent, and kept a careful eye on her until she slipped back under the effects of the m-99.
When she was out completely, he cut her free and carefully dressed her again. Then set about removing every trace of himself from the scene. It didn't take as long as it normally would, given the lack of blood. He was packed up and out before a full hour had gone by.
Unsatisfied.
Dexter left Effie on the table in the middle of the room.