That was new. How often did visitors in his dreams ask him philosophical and soul searching questions? But his very large new friend looked pretty content to munch on a tree by the Thames so he figured it was safe to stop and answer her.
Connor took a few steps closer, not that it was needed to hear him or anything. For one, it was a dream, duh. And for two, well, it wasn't like it was terribly crowded or anything. "Yeah, I'd say so," he said with a shrug. "I mean, I don't kill, I don't lie, I don't steal...aren't those the big judges? I could probably spend less time playing video games and more time volunteering at homeless shelters, but I don't think that makes me a terrible person or anything." And why was she asking, anyway? And did she really feel the need to add based on human morals? "I've helped a lot of people over the years, if that means anything to you."
He looked thoughtful for a moment and then turned to look at the blond girl curiously. "You're not like, some messenger of death or something, are you? The whole angel appearance and all? That's really not what I want to wake up to."