"Shall I clap?" he asked, voice pretty strained at the moment but still without any rancor or malice. It was, still just him mouthing off in a quiet way.

He was terrible at ignoring voices in his head, dead or otherwise, and he was horrible at pretending that he didn't feel the Darkness in this place surrounding him like an oppressive, suffocating, force - pun intended.

He was pale, and he was actually, if only slightly sweating.

He also: "You wanted a battle?"