"Believe me, I know good, and they are certainly good." He's not one to lie about things like this, after all, and he likes to think that he has good taste. "You're just that talented, I'm afraid. Too bad for the rest of the world, I rather like being selfish and keeping them to myself."

One hand strays down his reaper's side, fingers toying with the hem of the coat as he looks on, bemused, "this is supposed to be a holiday right? Is it better if I'm naughty or nice? Which would get me the better present?"