"Roasted? Dry distillation, brief man beast. Only  quintessence remains."
"Wait. What, does...? What  remains?!"
"Her hatred of you, her love of lavender tea and that other her that cleans your nests."
"That's all?"
"Oh, her indomitable will to continue being remains as well. Death is hearing her case for vengeance even now."
"..."
"Our business is concluded, our arrangement complete. Farewell, mortal."