"No, Miss." he replied, feeling that same charge of opposite poles, sparking and pushing at each other, magnets that repelled and attracted all at the same time. Ghosts of memory he hadn't let into his head for a century teased at the edge of his consciousness, old habits from life creeping back in as he watched her with a slightly softer gaze, addressed her with a touch more respect rather than the authority of a god.

"Not somethin' I'd expect a life mage to have any familiarity with, but I'll come before your last day." he explained. "I got no knowledge of the means by which you die, but I can claim your soul 'fore your life actually ends. Might make your last day a bit hard to remember after, since the connection to your body'll be severed, but it means you won't feel no pain when your end comes." He paused, a look of disdain and a kernel of something black, something angry touching his expression.

"Ain't something most Reapers think or care to do...they wait 'till your heart stops beating. I spare my souls that trauma."

The rage left as fast as it came, and if Courtney looked very closely, there might have even been a glimmer of something like good humor in his grey eyes.

"I also got no problem fixin' my souls up with an empty building if they got plans for nonsense like a dance studio."