She wanted to laugh.
"I mean, you are getting the short end of a stick in this case, but what's the inheritance law down in hell like?"
It was a well-made joke.
"Because no one really dies down there, it is more like a trust fund for mortals. Instead of getting money and assets, I get to judge and torture souls in hell," he said. "It doesn't sound far off from what I would like, but the places to visit down there are limited and there is no food or… anything actually."
"Sounds like Hell," Anna approved. "So, when do you take over?"
"Never," he stated and started to lather her body with the bodywash.
Anna gave him a pointed look. "This is not appropriate."
"You were going to use it anyway. Now you don't need to use your hands. It is like an automated car wash… just that you do nothing while you shower."
"You actually believe that makes sense, don't you?" Anna asked.
