Grim, at least, is nice enough to offer Denzel a little smile (or at least best he can from his distinct lack of lips) before attempting to disentangle the poor man. However he works quick enough, zipping around his lips and over and (only very rarely) through him. It takes him all but five minutes to finally free him before rolling up the lights and setting them on a nearby table. "There we are, right as rain!" Ronald calls from where he's found a place to sit as his pokemon works.

"Getting into the season though, I see." the reaper continues, crossing his legs. "Need a hand? We've nothing better to do for the rest of the afternoon."