That look he gives her -- it's like she'd asked him something bad. Like she'd asked him to teach her how to become a lich or vampire...or, maybe, how to pledge one's soul to a patron. Her grin falters as it becomes immediately apparent that she's overstepped something big, as he goes on explaining anyway, reiterating what she'd already guessed: it's not for her. Not him, either, except by chance.

She forces a chuckle. "Hey, it was a joke," she lies lamely. Maybe it was a little bit a joke. "I've got a good setup in this body, don't worry about me."