Artholath rolled his eyes at the obviously human creature throwing a hissy at the center of the bar. The other human was marginally interesting, yet this one quickly bored and irked him. Its inability to comprehend death would have been amusing if it wasn't glaring evidence of the incompetence of human perspective.

"Yes, human, you're dead, he's dead, she's dead, those-" He pointed at a few humans at another table- "Are dead and we're one dead happy group." The word 'happy' revolted him, as surely nobody could be happy in the excessive undead company of humans, but he let the sentence stand. At least he resisted the temptation to use the word family, as that would be an inexcusable concept - referring to humans as family, that is.