George laughed, both at his reaction--and the way some of the crowd edged away from her. "I've said that a lot since coming here. Yeah, Grim Reapers are real. I was as surprised as you were when I learned about them, and when I got drafted to be one."
Bribing dragons and having your soul sent to the underworld was something George would like to hear more about. But now was not the time.
"It's a deal," George said, facing him. "I'll tell you all about Grim Reapers and you can tell me about making deals with dragons and visiting the Underworld. I've never been."
Then, because she'd seen it in The Prophecy, George just pressed a finger against his lips as if shushing him. And damned if it didn't work just like when Gabriel did it in the movie. The guy went limp, and would have face planted if he hadn't been clever enough to sit first.
George stepped back, and drew his soul out so he stood facing her, his body behind him.
"Oh my god!" a woman cried from behind George. "He's dead! She killed him!"
"He's not dead!" George snapped, without turning around. "You're not dead," she said to him in a more reassuring tone. "I'm George, by the way. What's your name?"
"Who are you talking to?" another voice demanded. George rolled her eyes.