With a look over his shoulder he chuckles, "Does it look like Heaven?" The question is a simple one, not with any malice or ire, he's curious as to if this place looks like it's supposed to be a utopia.

Oh good. She's going to ask him questions and really he should've figured, but christ. "No, we're not dead. I don't remember dying and neither do most of the people here." That's right, other people who are way nicer than he is. "You can die." He looks her over again, judging this book by its cover. "You probably will, but lucky for you this ring of hell doesn't want us to stay dead."