Luis
He took a deep breath. Admitting this was risky, but nonetheless, she was right. She'd owned up, now he had to do the same. "You were probably worried I'd think you were evil or something for being a witch, huh."
She gave a half-nod, perplexed, and waited for him to continue. It took him another moment, "Well...Jeez, this seemed so much easier two minutes ago. To be honest, I don't know what you'd classify me as. To put it bluntly, I guess," He gave her a wry smile, "I'm Death's son."
She rolled her eyes, "Oh, come on. Now that's ridiculous."
Luis shrugged, still smiling, "What, with the whole squeamishness before? Yeah, I know." He sighed, "Thing is, my dad's just the head of the family. We're all meant to pitch in and help with all that stuff. My uncle's bar is kind of like a crossover point to the afterlife. One last party or some such thing." He smirked, "But I guess I'm not useful for much here. I mean, I can talk with my family from time to time, and I've got some minor healing abilities, but that's about it."
