He seemed to be in good spirits, at least. That was a relief, despite the little drop in his chest.

He did as instructed, coming to a stop a few feet away, close enough to speak, but not so close as to crowd. The smell honestly the furthest thing from his mind. (The whole place stunk of rot and death anyway.)

"Good advice," he murmured wryly, offering a small smile. "Wouldn't want to overpower my eau da corpse."