"Your flesh is dead" Der Tod said, almost conversationally, as if he discussed such things daily. His hand slid down to tap gently above Armand's unbeating heart. "Your heart may not beat, you may not need to breath, but your spirit is caught. Not alive, not dead." He stepped back a half step and spread his arms. "I care little for the disposition of the flesh."
He turned slightly, and pulled open the dorm door. "You are not yet truly dead." he said, with unwavering confidence. "Or you would be in my realm and we wouldn't be having this fascinating conversation. "