Nivaar's features twisted in disgust as the smell reached his nostrils. He leaned as far from the dead-smelling thing as he could, glad he was not as sensitive to smell as the unconscious dipshit on the cabin floor. That had earned a few interest points for the coffin-napping fiend, but they were lost when he was ordered to wake him up. As if.

Nivaar had been about to plant a studded boot against the coffin when the skull caught his attention. He pressed two fingers to his lips, as if he were holding a joint and let puff out two orange smoke rings. They'd float towards the skull's eyes. "Seventy-Four, Buttercup." Nivaar had a rather deep voice that seemed to fit his appearance, despite the 'pretty boy' tag. He sniffed and looked back towards the cabin of the train. The skull had gained the Golden Dragon's interest, mostly because he always loved things that would sass back. Pushovers were boring. 

At the sight of one of the naga looking his way, he winked to her before looking back to the SKull, "Treasures, Buttercup. Can't find them if I don't look for them."