She liked the way he wove science into his philosophy. In her world, he would have been a prime candidate for the Ordo Dracul. Not that Sam would have wished Kindred existence on him.

Or...like, anyone.

Ever.

Ever, ever, ever, fucking ever.

Ironic that the conversation was heading in that direction. But Sam didn't mind, any more. The people here were waaaay too easy-going on any number of scores. Most of them offended her. But that there hadn't been torches and pitchforks pointed in her direction...yeah, that didn't completely suck.

"Oh, I never said 'afterlife,'" she said, giving him a sly smile. "I said 'life after death.' Biological. Not spiritual."

She set her wrist on the counter between them, the inner part up and exposed.

"Try and find a pulse, doc."