"S-sorry... I don't deal well with death... I can feel their pain." He watches her take the items, irritated the pants were damaged. The skeleton crumbles to pieces as she removes it's clothes, now little more than a jumbled pile of bones. He smiles when she shows him the belt. "I like it... though it doesn't really fit with your gi... and sort of clashes with you eyes." He moves over to help her tie it on, and, as he lets it go, finished, it hums, slightly, and the symbols glow with a faint, blue energy. In a moment, it ends, and the belt returns to normal.<br/><br/>He blinks, a bit surprised. "Interesting. W-would you mind if I took the shirt? Mine's sort of... ragged." It's true; the bottom part of his shirt had been devoured by the same ooze the destroyed his pants.