Lazarus chuckled a little. "White is holy. I guess holy isn't everyone's thing." He ate a chip, before sitting on a stool, rubbing the back of his head. "jeez. The rest of them surely should be finishing things up by now." he punched his palm. "They're taking so long, because their strongest team isn't their!" He said cockily. 

He continued with the little girl. "I think purple would suit you, little one. Cute, but effective." He grinned. "You have to tell me more about your magic, do the souls you call upon have memory of their past life? Or are they just puppets?" His question sounded horrible, but he just had to know.