"That is a sexy power." Barty said it drily, because the sexiness was debatable. There were tire tracks on those ill-fitting Santa clothes and the blood and bile wasn't a nice look either. Still, while he had been dead, he had taken the time to look at his face and decided that he was certainly a pretty boy. He'd always had a bit of a weakness for pretty boys, even the annoying ones. "You're coming with me."

He started walking, knowing that he would not have a choice. "Tell me your name."