The tone is a little funny, so he gamely pretends he does not see it.

"I'm not going to let them decompose," he says, eyebrows quirking up as though taken aback by the concept. "That would be horrific. Not in a useful way, either; you're entirely right about the smell."

He drums his fingers together in thought, then nods as though he's hit upon an idea.

"Perhaps we'll keep tentacles on a chosen few," he says. "To really make them pop. Those with scaled and barnacled bits may not make the cut."