Death is not a smell that Bii's unfamiliar with, per se. But he's smelled more fresh death than rotting ones. So it's certainly intriguing to him. And why does this man who is still standing smell so much of it? He leans in closer to try and figure it out, apparently much to the chagrin of this man.

At Erik's annoyance, Bii's eyes narrow and he turns his nose in the air with a very abrupt, "Hmph!"

He folds his arms, looking at Erik from the corner of his eyes.

"I'm not looking for a lay. You smell awful; like a corpse left open in the cemetery. Why do you smell like that, anyway?"