[Comforted as he is by the attention to his hair, he doesn't miss the shift in tone, and it pulls a bigger smile from him. The Earl is trying to lull him back to sleep, he suspects, but he resists, letting himself linger just on the edge. Balance is his stopping point, and as long as he keeps himself upright, he'll remain conscious, mostly.]

Not... less handsome. I simply don't care so much for appearances anymore. As long as I'm decent, my job matters more. [That hair is moved behind his ear and he tilts his head to assist it. But it's the shift in conversation that opens his eyes and draws a soft sigh from him and makes him shake off the sluggishness of his pampering, nice as it had been.]

[One look back over his shoulder again at the Earl and he wonders if he has said too much on the matter. Of course Vincent would worry.]

They number fewer than as many humans as there have ever been. I couldn't give you an exact head count, but there's not the real concern. Both sides of the afterworld exist within a balance. They have their rebels, much as you would see in your everyday human life, but all of it is... [He shrugs, shaking his head, for lack of better term.] normal. If you live a normal life.