She had to give a low chuckle at his addition of the word ‘living’. Everyone around her had been so morose, so scared to - well, death - that Adrienne welcomed any sort of humor she could get. Even if said humor was a bit morbid. She supposed that happened when one nearly met their maker. She had a feeling that any sort of humor would make her laugh. Had she not been afraid of making Monsieur Wye feel as if he were a court jester, she would ask him to tell another joke.

And perhaps hearing that he was able to stay longer gave her more pleasure than it ought to have. Adrienne wasn’t afraid to admit she enjoyed his company, perhaps from the moment he’d floated into her life all those miles below the surface of the black lake.

“Truly?” She asked, her eye peeking open a smidge as she peered at him. “You may regret telling me you can stay as long as you’d like, Monsieur. For one, this feels too good to let you out of my sight for the forseeable future. And secondly, you may be beyond the land of the living, but I’ve been told a babe’s scream can be earsplitting no matter who you are, man, spirit or beast.”