Maurice is still pretty disoriented from, you know, dying, so he doesn't argue and cite his experiences as a vampire. Man, how could he have fucked up this bad? It was bad enough that he ended up as one of the undead but now he's dead dead and he's STILL going through shit.

At least this short guy was being really nice to him.

Which also doesn't make sense.

How can people be nice to you if you're in Hell?

Also why was this place so soggy? It's not even hot! Humid, maybe, but not hot.

He tries to keep his eyes trained on Hanna. The edges of his vision get blurry and dark but he stays zeroed in on his guide and his wiggly tail. However, it soon becomes evident to Maurice that he has bigger problems than somebody seeing him ugly cry.

"Houhhh--wait, wait a minute. Wait a--minute, I need a second." He grabs hold of his own horns and tries to still the swimming sensation in his head.