"But I like it when you get mouthy," he purrs, teeth bared in a too-white smirk. He was the devil after all, he certainly reveled in his vices.

But the package offered to him takes his attention, and his grin fades to something far more fond and genuine as he accepts it. There's a remark about Mattheiu's impeccable wrapping skill as he neatly removes the paper but the words trail off as he opens the box. "...well now."

The coat inside is gorgeous, dark and soft and incredibly well cut. He spends a few moments running his fingers over the seams, fascinated, before he remembers that it perhaps isn't polite to leave his reaper hanging. "This is lovely. More than lovely. Mattheiu-"