Dahmer stood towering over the side of the bed, the small brown bottle held loosely in his hand, his eyes locking onto Malcolm's turned-away face. A subtle, dangerous flicker of amusement danced within his pupils as he casually popped the cap back onto the container.
"Well... since we are on the subject of your physical changes," Dahmer began, his voice smooth, low, and laced with a deliberate, teasing cadence, "there is actually another biological development regarding this pregnancy that you should probably be aware of—"
"Don't you even dare finish that sentence!" Malcolm yelled, snapping his head back around to glare at the Enigma with pure, unadulterated venom. He pulled the covers tighter around his waist, his jaw set in a hard, defensive line. "Do not tell me a single damn thing anymore, Lukas! It was already bad enough for me to digest the horrifying fact that my breasts are going to swell up like a woman's! I am completely at my limit with your twisted medical revelations!"
