I'm plenty human--no souls necessary. And certainly none here. I work for the good guy. A weapon will never consume the soul of someone not on Lord Death's list--shouldn't, anyway. I never have and I'm not starting now.

[Despite the generally sarcastic words, he actually sounds placating, even gentle. Like someone who has had this conversation many times over.] Sorry. I forget that not everywhere is like Death City, with people tolerant and not alarmed by weapons.

[The man waits a beat and then:] Like I said... I'm glad be has friends here now. I've got my hands full, and couldn't always check up on him like I should.