Death smiled again, pleased at how happy the girl seemed by the buterfly. Who, of course, adored the admiration, and kept turning, slowly opening and closing is wings, as to be fully admired.
"Oh, I've been around a while. You pick up on these things with time." She sat down, propping herself up with her hands, legs stretched out in front of her. "Isn't it nice to find a little hideaway like this? Its small, but it's so pretty to be in."