There was something quaint about a skeleton tilting his head. Its head. Its? His? The voice was clearly male, and the sorcerer seemed to have once been alive as one. What was the protocol for dealing with mere skeletons who had been reanimated and still retained their original mentality? The situation was bizarre enough that he never thought he'd ever have to wonder, however briefly, on such things.

Probably he. Like he cared too much about that sort of shit.

He let out a huff. "All of the above." It was a cop-out answer, but the easiest and quickest way to answer. That much he wasn't unwilling to admit to, even to a detective he knew nothing about. The problem that made him prefer to keep down on how much he revealed was the issue of what the wrong person would do if too much information on his ability fell into the wrong hands. As such, he intended to take careful control of whom he told what.