"Teach you? What, like an apprenticeship?" The Shade replies, rubbing the back of his neck thoughtfully. "Never took one on when I was alive, and ain't no use for undertakers when there's no buryin' to be done..."

The kid's so damn eager, though, bless 'em...ah, hell.

Shrugging, the Shade reaches out to pat Jean on the shoulder, heavy but with a clear control of the strength in his big hand.

"You got yourself a deal, little imp. I'll call on you if I need any information, and you can come 'round whenever you like for some lessons with the ol' needle and thread. I'm at the Oak & Iron right now, but when I line up steady work 'n lodgings I'll show you where to find me."