"No one said you had to do anything," Jeez replied somewhat sharply as he turned away. "Yet."
Facing Nic, Jeez extended his hand. "And you must be Nic," Jeez stated as he tried to force a smile. "I'm Yajisif Quiinzara, Ryshana's husband before she died. I've heard a couple of rather interesting stories about you during my brief time with her."
See the struggle of the faithless lot as they negate their time
How low to sink to the depths of their frame of mind