Nice what? [Nandor turns toward Wriothesley, looking extremely perplexed as to why he's being laughed at.]

What could be the benefit in working at a graveyard? [He thinks about it, so briefly.]

If they need someone to clean the tombstones, I myself was once an excellent janitor. [His voice lowers, darkening.]

Until I was mercilessly banished by cut-backs.