[He remains oblivious to her disappointment. He does, however realize the familiar, sickly sweet scent of sin emanating from her. It's presence is not a surprise, but how potent it is is slightly jarring.

He quickly regains his composure.]

In life, I spent my days wandering and taking on the sins of those that were dying or had already passed on. When I eventually died, I continued to do that.

[A slight pause as he looked her over carefully. What had she done in her lifetime?]

I no longer limit that to the already dead or dying. I offer it to the living when I can.