That draws a small chuckle from him, “I do pride myself in making those now and again, Ignis.” Forever chatty, always making a point to keep a conversation interesting. It was a habit of his, and a valuable one when he was trying to endear himself to a mark. Problem was, the selkie rarely turned the habit off.

As some would say, he had the gift of gab.

Continuing his little dance of take the dead out at the knee and then removing the head, he hummed a little. “If I were a ghost,” Which he knew he’d never be, being fae and all. Dead was dead, unless you were here apparently. “I’d probably make a habit of being a pain in the ass to those who deserve it, you know? Just constant ghostly harassment. Knock stuff over, noise all night, yeah?”

Not much different from alive, then.