She laughs lightly at that, and the sound settles within her chest, warming her. Leaning forwards, Death pulls him close, making the embrace as unobtrusive as a hug ever can be. She ensures that it only lasts a second or two, just long enough for him to be fully aware of what's happening, and says, “I like that you like that I'm death.”

And she means it, truly. It doesn't matter how many billions and billions of humans she's loved and will love: it always touches her when somebody feels even vaguely the same way towards her. With that said, she hops back to her feet, realising that she's probably intruded enough already.

“Should I show myself out, Katurian?”