Death had been distracted to say the least. His focus was on the black and gold backed cards he was slowly flipping over before him. As he sipped his coffee, a sound of a familiar voice made him raise his gaze. Preston.
He smirked and gave the other man a faint nod. "Come. Sit." One hand motioned to the spot before him then moved back to flip over another card. He couldn't help but chuckle softly. His fingers moved with calculated ease, sliding the cards back into one deck then slowly shuffling them again. "It's nice to see you again."