[That shouldn't make him grin but it does, albeit tight-lipped and rueful. Oh, bud.]

Are you sure you aren't a necromancer, yourself?

["I'm not dead yet so it's fine" is peak necromancer, trust him, he's heard it and said it enough times himself. He shakes his head lightly - never mind - and reaches for the satchel hanging at his hip, but ah-]

First, you don't have to pay me; you don't have to owe me, either, but if it makes you feel better, sure. I'll ask for a favor sometime. [a shrug! a favor like "wow push this heavy box for me, cool thanks," there are no rules.] Second, do you want to do this here? I can, but I know 'dusty hovel' isn't everyone's first choice.