[The Brucolac receives that suggestion with an indelicate snort.]

Ahhh, shit off. I've had others try to convince me that will work.

[His profanity is of the warm kind, rather than the vitriolic.

Speaking of kindness to fellow undead, he squints thoughtfully at Simon, his bloodless face and strange eyes. Rubs at his own jaw.]

Kindness is too wide and unwieldy a concept to pass such swift judgement on. Generosity, unwarranted goodness, for want of a better word...ah, hell do I know.

[He shrugs, moves on.]

You're ab-dead, are you?