A new light flickered in Satan’s eyes—a combination of both amusement and anticipation.
“Won’t you?” he queried, stepping forward again to catch Death by the neck. His fingers, cold and vice-like, tightened around the Rider’s very human-like throat.
“And why not?” He had taken on a more predatory air, and his grin darkened as he backed Death up against a nearby wall.
“Such a...” He paused, tilted his head, and inhaled deeply. “Such a delectable opportunity should not be ignored.”