His grin goes toothy, but it's more of a good-natured thing than anything devious. There's a sparkle of mischief and amusement in his eye as he pretends to think about things for a moment or two before Mattheiu is moving and there's a hand against his cheek. Instantly the world around the both of them dissolves, the gentle pressure and warmth of skin against skin the only important thing in the midst of the dance floor.

"With you, darling," he murmurs, "even the bad is good. Because it's with you, and that's where I would prefer to be."

Is it sappy? Of course it is, but he couldn't give a damn. Instead, he's content to bask in his reaper's affections. "I must say, I'm glad that you invited me around. I wouldn't ever pass up an opportunity to show the world that I'm yours."