“That would be me miss, yes.

“Well not always… theres quite a lot I don’t get to do anymore. A lot of practices are out dated that I might have started with, even if they seemed perfectly fine. Some just ended up getting more complicated because of new laws getting put into place to protect workers or business’s. Not much I can do these days that I picked up then. Have to go out to clinics and classes to pick up new information and practices.” There was a small shrug. Its not like it was an inconvenience it was just often times a lot of work to get done, especially with keeping on-top of best practices and appearances.

Listening to the younger ghoul he nodded slowly, thoughtfulness in his eyes. There was not much in the way of wisdom that he could offer, at-least not in this moment. His childhood was fairly mundane, despite where he grew up and the type of life his parents lead. He didn’t really have siblings. If his parents had more kids after he left, he never knew them. And while he made friends with bad people, he was usually the worst of them…. Honestly the frost ghoul likely learned about Jeremiah at some point in school, especially considering the body count he had racked up.

“It happens. Unfortunately, life for everyone cannot be all virtuous and perfect. As much as we want to try and be just that… there is often too many obstacles in our way somedays…”

“I’d like to say that I’ve been good, or at least a decent person. But I think some days it is quite obvious where I grew up, despite my best efforts.”

Jeremiah sat silent for a minute, treading water before he moved to the bank adjacent to the angel. While staying sat in the water he brought up a knee to rest his arm on, picking at a piece of reed that had come off. He never actually thought about asking Raphael about this, but he had been reminded ever so often when the being brought up what they did.

“Were you the one who would’ve heard me when Molly got sick?” The cowboy began tying the strand of reed into a knot, repeating it over and over again. “She uh… she prayed a lot, asked me to pray too when she got ill. I tried but- I didn’ really pray for help so much as ask why to whoever was out there listening and hope maybe she’d get better. But she got sick with a venereal disease. I think now it would be syphilis, but it was after we finally got the plans together to get her out of the saloon and we were going to get a little place in the foothills of the rockies. I just wanted to do one more ride, get one more decent paycheck…” tying one more knot, he made it a tight one that broke the end of the reed before sending it floating across the water.

“She wouldn’t let me visit anymore after that unless it was for wine and to check up on her. Miss Molly didn’t want me getting sick either, but she wasn’t makin’ much money anymore unless it was from guests who already were as sick as she was.” The ghoul chewed on the inside of his cheek, his voice while still calm wore the heaviness of the pain he still carried. “The other girls mourned her when she went. But they all had work to do, clients to keep up with… I uh— I was the only one to sit and watch over her that night. I knew where she was going, heaven wasn’t going to take her soul after being with a creature like me. Had to hope that maybe she went to paradise instead of the inferno. Nice lady, real nice. She liked lupine and fox glove so I made sure that was planted whenever I came through.”

Oh that was amusing to the cowboy. She really well and truly didn’t know and as the realization hit her he couldn’t help the small chuckle that escaped him. Not everyone was so lucky to learn this before it became an awkward situation, or they found themselves being flirted with by a ghoul.

“Well, some yes. Depends on the ghoul, how experienced they are, how active they are and if they partaje in the season or not. I know a good few who aren’t bothered one bit by it, they have a habit of dealing with their problem. ‘Nd theres a couple who are afraid of partaking so they tend to jump into the meds or hidin away from the others.” His arms dropped from the crossed position they had taken over his chest, hands coming to rest on his belt. “I personally take meds most of the time so I don’t bother most of y’all when you come around. I know I can get pretty insufferable myself, but makes it a hell of a lot more fun when I’m breakin colts and then like.”

Anyone who stuck around during rut when he was breaking colts, or doing any sort of his heavy riding days knew he got into it more enthusiastically. His voice could be heard from across the grounds, fangs gritted and ego inflated as he held on longer than everyone else. His stamina was what made him such an issue, that and his strength. Jeremiah could sit until they bucked out themselves…

“Oh now, quit that.” He scolded playfully. “We ain’t gonna whine at me cause I have to move sweetheart, I ain’t got powers like the others to help me out around here.”

Helping keep his body supported, his free hand went to work cleaning up the space between them. For someone with working hands, they moved with a feather like delicacy across and around their bodies. There were no accidental scratches, no awkward bumps, just a tender touch as he carefully wiped away their combined created mess. Two sides of the ghoul, both equally visible in how he carried himself and handled others.

“Now, you’ll have to forgive me if this is too forward er… heh. But I know my hands will be back soon and unless you have plans elsewhere, maybe you’d like to come up stairs with me? I won’t be expected for another hour atleast…” Looking back up slowly, he held his breath as he half expected to be told no. A few strands of wavy walnut brown hair fell into his face, softening his asking gaze.