Re: Eddie/Muerte
[She laughs at him and stands to walk her way across the sofa, her feet not sinking into the cushions, singing as she goes.] De la Sierra Morena, Cielito lindo, vienen bajando, Un par de ojitos negros, Cielito lindo, de contrabando. [Her voice is low and pleasant, the words perfect and the melody in tune. She pauses next to him to lean down and kiss the very top of his head.] Be good. [She takes another step, this one over him onto the armrest, and then she's gone.]