It seemed that his invitation to learn a new skill was somewhat well received- she was quick to return the jeer at the expense of his own hide. Literally. She offered him a choice as to what he would like to be when he was no more. Truthfully, he didn't much care. He would be dead, and at the end of the day, it would be all the same. "Ehh, I think you could get better use of me than a rug. But I might be a little biased." He mused as he set back to his task. The polar bear hide was massive, and there was a lot that needed to be addressed before it was ready to dry. Casting another glance up to her without stopping, he'd continue "You know ... It would go a lot quicker if you helped." He pointed out casually. It was his undertaking if she chipped in or not. And he couldn't help but notice that she had already cleaned herself up after the slaughter of the beast. But the essence of blood staining her pristine coat had a certain allure that he couldn't deny.
Whether she joined him or not, he went on to sum up the end of the project. "Once it's stripped, you have to cure it. Stretch it out and let it dry. It'll shrink up a bit, but it will make you something nice to sleep on." He finished, chipping away at the workload with as much consistent effort as he could muster.
Juggernaut
Professor
