"Burnt marshmellow? I'll have you know you that you just live in a dreadfully inhospitable place," he teases back, though he's more than a bit distracted as he continues to examine the jacket over and over. It's a remarkable gift, and there aren't necessarily words for how touched he is.

"I'll just have to wear this every time I come and see you, then," he remarks, finally looking over Mattheiu with a grin. "Can't have anyone thinking I'm unfashionable, a devil has a reputation to keep after all."

Balancing the box in one hand, he reaches over to wind his fingers in the reaper's hair to tug him close and into a lingering kiss. "Thank you. I mean it."