Flaming skull guy was creeping Vesper out. Not as bad as the blood splattered environs they were in, but enough. It made his spine itch as he tried to carefully move across the apartment without stepping on something bloody or arcane marking.

"Yes. I'm the nicer option. Not that you'll listen to the man with the calm, rational voice that doesn't give people the heebie jeebies." He had picked some old timey American slang watching black and white movies while waiting for his wife to finish her homework. It helped cover his real identity, he hoped.