He didn't want to get into the graphic tension of being a zombie, since there was plenty of that going on within his infected soul. Too much torment to talk about over coffee and, to be honest, he didn't want to dish that to Liv. She didn't deserve it. She was Liv, after all, and he knew her intentions were honest and loyal... even if it meant eating brains.
"Yeah?" he couldn't help his chuckle with that statement. "I feel like I'd look like a retired rock star just trying too hard, you know? I don't know where much is here, but I made sure to get stocked up on dye before I fully moved in."