Ian laughed, grinning a bit, "Oh aye? You expect to be complimenting me more do you?" Well at least he was receptive to the not-so-much-game, right? He could've been like 'no homo, bro' and just made it embarrassing. "Unfortunately right now you're a patient so it'll have to wait."
Maybe coffins did think for themselves. After all, he could turn into animals, other people could do wild shit... Maybe there was someone out there who was a soul trapped in a coffin or something. God, that would be a torturous existence. "Well, maybe it was a pissed off ghost. Seems like that would come with your job, aye?" It was a lucky guess but not about anything about Dale. Just... mortuaries seemed like they'd be haunted places.
"Probably," His grin widened a little, "I'm starting to think your fingers are just bruised. You seem to be alright right now. Or maybe you're making the whole thing up just to talk to me." Ego much?