"Most human lives quickly lose my attention," Grell said, hefting the chainsaw up to lie across her shoulders. Most of them tended to be the same. Birth, schooling, work, marriage, death - some variation in between, but hardly anything of note. It was only impressive men or women like Sebastian who ever really caught Grell's attention. So few and far between...

The death god smiled wide at Giles' cheekiness and tapped a finger idly against the handle of her scythe. "And here I thought it was just my opinion you were looking for."

No matter. She gestured to her chest with a smirk. "Should you end your life here, Giles, I can tell you what I see for your future, but after that? It is a gamble. Should you return, you would be at the mercy of whomever is assigned to your case. Should you die here and I am not the one to collect? Again, the same. I would have you sign a waver, but there isn't such a thing." The smile widened. "It's ever so much fun to break the rules a bit."