Well, this was... unexpected. Satan had considered Death to be a somber, morose type of fellow—nothing like the talkative, cheerful person who was now... hugging him. The Prince of Darkness wondered how many people could survive Death's embrace. Probably not many.
“Still... faffing, yes,” he replied, placing his hand on the Horseman’s side. The man, if he could be called a man, appeared beyond inebriated, and Satan found it incredibly amusing. It’s not every day that one comes across a giddy Death, after all.
“I cannot complain. And you?” He grinned a little. “Feeling a bit perky, are we?”