[She's in luck; neither Remy nor Lee are around at the moment. They rarely seem to be — ships passing in the night, those three.

Saul steps aside, then nudges the door shut with his foot. For a bachelor pad, their place is fairly neat. (Then again, it's also fairly empty. Not very lived-in.)

He smirks.]

Of course not. You know as well as I do that the dead reanimate 'round these parts. Anyway, no, I didn't die this time. Almost, though! Almost.