Neirin chuckles both at 'cuke-head' and at Shark's response. He gives the small boss another pap on his big head, and a fond glance as well. Neirin is awfully friendly for a simple employee...

Anyways, he turns to Harrow to chat Undead Things.

"Well, it's sort of a finicky line to draw. My bodily functions are slowed or altered to a point where I can't confidently say I am a wholly alive being, but at the same time I haven't died yet, either. And you say you're a product of necromancy, eh? It must be pretty advanced where you come from. Funny how that cravin' for brains sticks around either way?! Haha, I am kidding. Who decided on that stereotype anyhow? A good grilled steak is MY ideal meal. Hell if I know how to make a brain puddin'."