Haha, that's just a freeloader. [His face stays neutral and his voice is light as he says it, but it's still a sore spot, doubly so when it's stuck around when all of his spiritual abilities have left him. He turns his head to look over his own shoulder, towards where the lizard is currently resting on his back under his clothes, and jerks in its general direction with his thumb.] My shiki are a lot more useful, but this thing doesn't do anything at all. [As far as he knows, anyway. Gone are the days where he'd obsess over what the lizard could possibly indicate, whether it's a curse or bad luck or something feeding off his lifeforce. Instead, he's reached a stage of zen nihilism over it: either it will kill him or it won't, and there's no use wondering about it when he can't change it.] Ah, but do you want to hear something creepy? It's been on my body for as long as I can remember, but it's never once gone on my left leg. Weird, right?

[Exorcist chat can come in a sec; he needs to be self-loathing about the lizard he's incapable of exorcising first.]