"I don't know if I'd call it my soul, but... somethin' like that," Sookie says, feeling strange now that the reaper's described it in that way. It makes it all sound a lot more insidious than it'd felt at the time — though given everything that's happened with Warlow and even Bill, Sookie wonders if it might be kind of an accurate statement after all.

They really do seem to suck the life out of her, sometimes.

Rushing to catch up with him and suppressing a snort at the clomping that echoes down the multiple flights of stairs, Sookie tucks some errant curls behind her ear as she squints through the rather unfortunately dilapidated surroundings. But he doesn't give her much time to linger on the thought.

"I — yes, I guess I do... and I appreciate your offer to let me clean myself up, I." Pressing her lips closed, Sookie gives a slight shake of her head, hands moving to her hips with a soft, disbelieving laugh. "Mister Reaper, you know, I don't think I even know your name."