Was he being serious? The crease in the geisha's usually softened, emotionlessly white brow sought to hauntingly punctuate a fleeting question she couldn't articulate with her mouth; didn't have the right words. The secret cemetery code. The words decayed too soon... he was, this was serious. The bony fingers as nicely as possible brushed away what remnants of his clinging to her for stability remained, not wanting to be touched while answering his question.
"I do." the words finally had their wedding in her pressing mouth, out into the dark environment softly as smoke over a battlefield, raised her chin, was that defensively? "Not at the moment. When they pray it's as if they're praying to me, does that make sense? Can't you tell them to leave if you see them?"