Yoka looks at her. "Well...you must have been enjoying the my backside view for you didn't make any move to go around to the front." he says in a teasing way. He looks at her. "It isn't a stupid question if you honestly don't know the answer." he points out. Glaring at her. "If I already knew the answer scythe wielder...I wouldn't have wasted my time asking you. Now would I?" he says in a playful yet edgy way.<br/><br/>Looking at her. He shrugs. "So your some dead chick with a scythe...what are you expecting me to believe I've entered hell. Last time I heard...hell didn't have the hotties. That was heaven. And I do know for a fact...if I ended up there someone is doing some sort of drugs up there." he says bluntly and to the point. Staring at her like so what? He smiles a bit impishly. "So you have a scythe..." he laughs.<br/><br/>"Awesome I'm talking to the Grim Reaper. Yet I know I'm not dead but nor am I alive. How do you explain that fuck up Reaper?" he asks. His eyes flashing with playful taunting. He walks forwards and kisses her lips and then back flips away just as that wicked ass scythe would have cut him. "Aww...come on now...I just wanna play with Death a bit...ain't no harm in that." he says playfully. Clearly NOT taking this situation seriously.