Yalanilue rolls her eyes. "I suggest you quit your bickering ladies, and get ready. We have a mission that may be a little more important than who's prettier." She checks the supplies.
"Mmm. Not quite. For one thing, there'd still be muscle and bone. And buckets of blood, you meatbag." He laughs. "Besides, I'm a powerful necrotic spirit, living in a suit of armor."
Yalanilue blushes and frowns when the lichking called her pretty, then she grins. "So? We can still plan and prepare." She chuckles. "Then you'd be equally ugly."