"You're going to tell me what you've blundered into." It wasn't a question, but I determined to take it as such. "No." "No?" "No." He crossed his arms on his chest, making his carved biceps bulge. I vividly remembered those steel-hard biceps flexing as he hoisted me up off the floor by my throat. "You know what I like about you? You have no sense. You sit here in my house, you can barely hold a spoon, and you're telling me 'no.' You'd pull on Death's whiskers if you could reach them." Actually, Death wasn't that far out of reach. If I stretched my leg, I could kick him."