Tethia clearing her throat tells you you're getting sidetracked, even as your examination of the Thrall's form continues, revealing a deep set of bruises--unlikely to be lethal, but almost certainly painful, very painful. "He stank of the Tempter-That-Is-Not." Not the generic facet of Slaanesh, in rut and insatiable. A different face, the hunt for Perfection perhaps. Distantly you feel from Indrast and Indiron as they win, and you send a mystical warning to them not to eat anything from the body at all.
"You suppose the White Tower will accept that excuse?"
"I think I'm not above making myself accountable either way." If you had thought it was wrong, you would not have done it. And that will account for much. At worst there will be no real material effect. At worst, Malanir himself will say "you were too quick" and that will be remembered; but there will be others who remember as well, Ythil and Tyrial among them, who will attest that whatever else may be the case, there was a servant of Slaanesh, and he was thick with Dhar. At worst, you will not recieve one of the coveted invitations to explore Saphethion.