Something in Deader's litany of expectations and responsibilities triggered something in the ghoul's warped mind. Memories of life that it had buried. Anger and loss came with it, but also pride. It's face was a mess of nearly forgotten thoughts. It nodded, catching the pack.
The ghoul let a long moment pass, straining against Deader's commands. "What the bleeding f&%@ should I be thankful to you for? If I had my way you and all your meaty friends would be staring into my eyes while I chewed your stupid faces off."