Facilier fondled the head of his staff lovingly. He wrapped his long, knuckled fingers around it and slid his hand gracefully down its long, sleek length. The staff was slick with the thick, sticky fluid that seemed to ooze from the captive held tight in his grasp. Facilier closed his eyes and sighed as his task approached completion, rubbing his hand up and down, up and down with ever more speed and sureness. "Yes!" he cried out as he finished. He pulled his favorite frog away from the skull-capped staff and put him back into the jar in which he was kept. "Thank you, Naveen. I just love the look of my cane when it's been freshly polished with slime!"