Only ones that feel the need to engage in some tonsil hockey in the least conventional way. And, y'know, sloppy kisses. Super sloppy kissers.

[His answer's a little distracted and harried, still not being able to wrap his head around just who (or what) was talking to him right now. Honestly, these 'dates' of theirs got less of a reaction from him compared to this. Maybe it's because weird and gruesome beasts were sort of the norm back over in Demon World, and walking, talking skeletons were... not. Either way, this wasn't something he was about to brush off so easily.]

But uh, no, you're not? Where's your skin? Your muscles? Your blood, your... squishy inner stuff? It's like someone invited you to dinner and made you the main course instead!