"Spend ninety years in Hell, and you learn to take things as they come," Alastor said breezily. "I won't say that transformation of yours isn't unsettling, but it's honestly not the worst one I've ever seen. Besides, Hell isn't exactly a pleasant place to be. Picture the mundanity of everyday life coupled with there being no limit on any depravity you can think of and a thousand more you can't."

He glanced at his claws.

"For example, you can't walk five feet down a sidewalk without having to step over some sort of bodily fluid at least once."