"Nope." He taps a finger against his (unfortunately exposed) collarbone. "No digestive system. I sustain myself entirely through sheer force of will." And magic, but that goes without saying. "And some people find the presence of a skeleton at the dining table... offputting, to say the least."

Their loss, honestly. He's great company, and he never talks with his mouth full.

"I'll be more confident about our odds after tomorrow night. The horror genre tends towards slow burns, and the captain... seemed to be inclined to make things difficult for us." So far, however, the only difficulty has been accepting the change in wardrobe. "I suppose I'll be grateful for the peace while it lasts."