Forgive, O Lord,
my little jokes on thee...
"I... well..." Lindsay mumbled, before Ashley spoke up.
"You trust Anya, right?" he asked.
"Yeah." Lindsay replied.
"And you trust ME, right?" Ashley then asked further.
"Of course. I always have." Lindsay stated clearly and definitively.
"Then trust us when we say that testing her venom on me should be fine." Ashley told him. "Remember... they tested a LOT of bad venoms on me." he reminded him further. "The worst being when they had a Quill-back Cobra bite me." he went on. "Took a few hours, but I was able to eventually ignore the pain and my body fought it off." he finished.
This was... distressing for Anya to hear. That particular snake's venom was as lethal as it got, and had a 95% mortality rate for those that were bitten by it, unless they had an antidote on hand to use within 10 minutes. And once that 10 minutes had passed, the victim was dead, due to their internal organs rapidly failing in quick succession.
...and I'll forgive thy
great big one on me.