"You could remind me, but my memory is fresh to that fact," Death remarked with a casual air to his blank tone. "However I believe that reminding me of it, would simply ruin the pleasant nature of this moment."

The Reaper's fingers ran down Angelo's hair at the side of his face, before sweeping up and along the man's jawline to his chin, tilting Angelo's face upwards.

"Are you not enjoying this moment?"