After a sympathetic wince he steps closer to one of them and pokes it in the chest. It wobbles like a mannequin should. He didn't what he expected really.

"I ain't exactly the one to ask about magical shit," he admits. "But maybe you're supposed to do something, yuh know? Was there... I dunno. Something you shoulda told this guy? Something you oughta ask him. Fer. I dunno fuckin' closure or whatever," he rolls his eyes just to hear himself say that. "Maybe he just deserves a fat lip. Take a swing at one of'em see what happens."