“Will the real Red Reaper please stand up?”
“You're my Red Reaper, and I've missed you terribly.”
“You're not a woman," he said finally. "You're the Grim Reaper with red hair!”
“Bones just stared. "You're not a woman," he said finally. "You're the Grim Reaper with red hair!”
“So could we please not mob the three-thousand-plus-year-old reaper like tweens at a boy-band concert?”
“The Grim Reaper doesn't disappear... he catches up.”