"Be easier to understand, that's for damn sure." he replied honestly. "There's only three things the dead can truly feel, little mage: fear, anger, and bliss, the perfect peace of eternal rest. They don't know joy, nor love, nor hatred...a soul whose life is at an end ain't half as complex as it is when it has a body with a beatin' heart. Things are far simpler when you're dead--it's one of the comforts of the grave."

Shifting his weight, The Shade leaned forward, the at of folding his long legs under inadvertently jostling hers as he folded broad forearms along the edge of the table so he could close some of the distance between them.

"Part of the comfort I bring with the warning's that knowledge." he went on, then sighed with a rueful little twist of his lips that couldn't quite be called a smile this time. "You are right, though: Devil hates me almost as much as the Lord does for the souls I steal outta their care. And in seven days, one of 'em will get you, 'less you make a real and conscious choice to come with me...which you seem to have made without a word from me, 'less I miss my guess."