"I WAS MERELY COMPARING YOUR PRESENCE TO THEIRS." Death replied without a single stitch of an apology in his voice. "AND LADY ABSINTHE IS A FRIEND." He was amused by the appearance of the servant-demon, and was only too willing to hand the decanter over to him. "MORE ELEGANT THAN MINE" He remarked, "ARE YOU GOING TO ASK THEM, THEN?" He asked.