Christian watched Penny settle into bed, a ghost of a smile on his face at how human and simple the action was. He chuckled when Penny offered him the couch-that-folds-into-a-bed to sleep on, and shook his head. 

[color=#B0E0E6]”I do not require sleep, or food, or breath of life. By all accounts, I am dead, but some prefer the term 'immortal.' I can eat, but it does not sustain me, and I do breathe, but only to ease the souls I bring to the other side. Death is new to them when I arrive. We try to keep the shocking moments to a minimum and find that breathing eases them, even though ghosts do not breathe, either.”[/color] Christian shared the lore of what he was freely, knowing what he shared wasn't strictly forbidden. 

He ran a hand across the bedspread, feeling the soft texture of the covers as he spoke. [color=#B0E0E6]”I have always wondered what it would be like to sleep. What it feels like or what I would dream of.”[/color] His eyes remained on the covers but they seemed lost in thought, unfocused as he spoke. 

Christian caught himself and shook his head. He removed his hand from the covers, smiling at Penny, and put his hands back into his pockets. [color=#B0E0E6]”Most of the hunters are zealous in their hunts. They can be crass and vulgar about things, but they are impassioned and will keep you safe. All hunters started in their work because of loss. With your task being one of vengeance, they will support and teach you. I will remain with you but I can not reveal myself. Most hunters do not know of the reaper's existence as we are what comes after. Even when the world faced the Apocalypse and Death worked with hunters, the knowledge of what we are or can do remains secret. I ask you to keep the knowledge that I intervened or remain with you a secret,”[/color] Christian asked, turning his intense gaze on Penny.