[ Ah, the feeling of being depended upon (?). Douman turns when he's spoken to, and he probably looks more shinigami than man: giant, weird hair, big hands.

His smile splits his face, and the sound his palms make when they clap together, once, twice, is probably too loud for comfort. ]

Mm! Well, certainly, of course. This humble priest is one with many talents!

[ Actually not a lie, even if he sounds like the least trustworthy clown in the world. He continues: ]

But alas, my skills require energy. [ Is this bullshit? Possibly. ] If only it were the case that I were an endless wellspring of it... a tragedy, a true true tragedy!