Many talents? Flaming hands is more of a rave style; it's not that much of a talent. [It was, but Latino elder attitudes couldn't come with an actual compliment unless it was really earned. There was something worth poking about this kid, though he would admit that there were far fewer swear words on this particular meeting.

Reaper's legs dissolved as the tail passed through, reforming a moment later as if they had never gone to smoke. He inclined his head towards Festus, making a noise of disapproval behind his mask.]

Neither of you have seen me in action. God hasn't killed me permanently yet, and I doubt your Festus is going to do more than the big guy upstairs.

[For now, he wasn't looking for a fight. There were far more pressing matters to attend to and that would require getting to the reactor as quickly as possible.]