"Your stupid dog is creeping me out," Bobby offered, because he was not sure what else to even respond right away.

How did one talk to the King of Hell while being a soul trapped in Hell? Admittedly, a very nice corner of hell, based on what he'd heard and seen in his time, he hadn't really imagined Hell looking that fancy.

He'd never been anywhere this fancy when alive. He had also never been cooped up for this long. "I fancy getting out of here, "mate"." Damn limey bastard. "I still don't understand what your play is here. The boys ain't lookin' for me, they think I'm in Heaven. Done and dusted. As I oughta be. You gave my soul back, remember?"