"Actually, most of them don't really have minds; they were never alive long enough to cultivate any," Balthazar answers both men, unperturbed. "They're just souls. And probably enjoying a taste of life, however fleeting."

He leans against that wide desk that's probably never seen so much as a scrap of paperwork, and smiles at them genially. "Moving souls is my business, gentlemen. It's what I was born to do."

The faint glow of red to his eyes is meant as punctuation to that last.

"Now, as I was saying, moving them elsewhere is possible, if costly. But I understand this is a matter of principle, so any fee incurred would merely be to cover the expense -- no profit made."