Death had known from the moment he and Caridad had stepped into this club that he would have much prefered a quite evening at his apartment to all this .. noise. There was a distinctly ancient feel to the atmosphere. Despite all evidence to the contrary, Death was not opposed to the Greek's existance, he simply found their tendancy towards raw sexuality to be unsettling, especially with Caridad on his arm. But he'd been informed before arriving that under no uncertain terms was he going to be allowed to 'wuss out', as the kids said these days, so he had set his jaw and resolved to wait out the night.
"This is some kind of something." Death said warily, tightening his hold on Caridad's arm just a little bit.