[Nathan's never been one to care much for appropriateness, so he grins at the joke anyway.] Maybe not, but I still say it was in his best interests. He was a smarmy little bastard. I'm surprised no one shot him sooner.

[It's the dying part that Nathan really hates. Coming back is disorientating and not exactly pleasant, but his most recent death is the only time he's ever really felt tainted by it. It shouldn't bother him as much as it does, but there's something very frightening about not knowing what's happened. He's distracted from it for now, though, and more than happy to keep it that way.]

How the fuck would I know? Anyway, I'm nothing like Haley Joel. For starters, I don't have a girl's name. And I'm much better looking. [Motioning a hand down himself and flicking out his tongue. The very picture of sexiness, clearly.]