He lifted one of his shoulders in a slight shrug. "I must look for light, because otherwise, my world is colorless and dull. The land of the dead is not a happy place, little angel. The dead remember what it is to walk as the living. To feel an embrace, the wind or the sun. But we cannot feel it the way that you do. We only have memory, now." He wasn't telling her something. It was a something that made his face darken.
He shook his head slightly, as if to clear the thought away. It was certainly not a happy thing lodged in his mind. He turned his questions elsewhere in distraction for himself. "If Lady Death were to call on you again, would you journey into the Underworld, still?" He asked.