Talk:Ask the Green-Eyed Devil/@comment-82.30.237.105-20130717112547

"Dear heart, I die each time you frown at me. Exactly so! That frown! Here I am wounded. No, but to be truthful. We dislike Death. We find it troubles our timetables. Yet when one falls, another rises. The same one? Hell is unnumbered, my dear. And so who can say? Did I ever tell you my name? Why do you think that might be?" He leans closer. "If I said to you that Death visits us as the bee visits the flower, what would that mean to you?"

Inconclusive: hints and half-truths. But the half-truths have a glinting edge to them. A little more than the Vicar might have expected. He pays you for what you've earned.