"Ah, you're from that world. Better than being an elf," he smiled into his glass as she shed a bit more light onto who she was, "He's not a healer, he just sees the dead. Talks to the dead. Touches the dead. To him they're still alive until the little girl he's joking with turns around and is missing the back of her skull."
He scowled and filled his glass, he shouldn't be talkign to her like this, but he couldn't feel ill intent from her and he could always deal with her if he had to. A little charm goes a long way when you're Remy LeBeau.