Angel pauses a moment longer, getting the appropriate response together.

"Right. You're being very polite, but I can tell you have some questions. Let me go over some of the most frequent questions I get asked, and see if it clears anything up. What are you? I'm a corpse that got up one day and started walking around. How does that work? Fuck if I know. Do you remember being alive? No, not at all, but I've got some scars and tattoos that tell me a little about whose body this was. How long have you been...whatever you are? Five years, since before I was brought here. And the eating thing? That's new since I got here, probably a gift from Mortanne. What are your favorite foods? Anything spicy, sour or fermented. What's your name? I go by Angel."

Each of those questions is counted off on his fingers.

"If you have any more questions, feel free to ask them. You're not going to hurt my feelings, unless you get an axe to chop me to bits or something."