The taunting voice of Ambrose did nothing to the man. He had seen all walks of life on his travels, all the personality forms that shifters took and how they dealt with pain and fear. The boy was nothing new. He didn't react to his voice. The only emotion he felt towards the boy was relief that they animal was different. His son had shifted into a golden retriever. "I'm going to take some blood now. It might sting a little, but it's nothing like what the scientists do." His tone of voice changed to that one would use when trying to calm a young child. "Those scientists can be nasty... They'll be here soon, but don't worry. I'll protect you from them if you do what I say, hm?" His withered face cracked into a smile. He pulled back from Ambrose to retrieve a syringe.