The mockery worsens as Will's elbows droop slightly. He can't help the aching shoulder pains he's got to go with all those scars, all right? And the point has been made enough. He doesn't need to keep up this perfect facade. Especially not when he's being confronted with his organic dime bag. Innocent he is not, playing otherwise is just insult.

Doesn't seem to him like Jorah's all that innocent, either. Hm. Pricks abound.

"I got that from a man. From inside a man." He nods in the direction of what's left in the cooler aside from the heart, chopped into chunks. Neatly. With a knife, in cubes and squares like so much dog meat. "Rest of that, too. Same guy. He recovered, but I can't just keep all that around the house."

An elbow droops some more.

"Some of us can do that. Heal. Instead of turn into dogs and choke powers."