It was true! She was right on the money--every undead Ash had ever met was out for his precious blood/brains/soul.

Except he had kind of made the first punch here, and if she were really like any other deadite he had ever met (even advanced space ones?) she would have punched back by now. It kind of clicked right around where he realized he was holding a conversation with something dead.

"Alright." He started grinning like had just come up with the world's most brilliant idea/gone insane and gesticulated with more intense finger pointing.

"Alright, fine. Prove it. I dare you to not kill me."