"Yes, I know! It's really quite exciting! Hehehehehe..." Grim rubbed his pale, bony hands together.
"We'll be happy to lend you a hand--or several hundred of them! Whichever!"

T'vor scowled.
"We?"

Grim scoffed.
"Why, the dead, of course! They haven't been outside for years, some of them for millions of years! They'd just love a chance to stretch their legs a bit!"

"Um, right away, miss Anuriel!" Chrissa bolted for the kitchen, then remembered the dark-haired Angel. She blushed furiously in embarrassment and sheepishly approached the man.
"Can I take your order, sir?"
Something was definitely familiar about him.