He chuckles, and nods. "What me? Misbehave? Whatever gave you that idea?" He laughs. "I'll do my best. But if I'm attacked, I'll do my best not to kill them." He sits down cross legged, and folds his arms in his lap. He thinks for a moment. "Some soup sounds good. Anything with meat really." He lightly traces the swirling tattoos, and frowns. "Strange...." He shrugs. "Hum....I'll have to ask your husband about that later." He snaps his fingers, and his scythe flies over to him, sticking to his back and vanishing. "That worked? Finally, I've been trying to get it to do that for forever."