I don't mind one bit. [Eddie tilts his head to this side. Muerte was always easy to laugh with, to talk to, to touch. He smiles at her, pressing his palm on her cheek for a brief moment as if he was testing to see if it was warm. Then he turns and pretends to be very busy with the dishes.] So, your brother? Do you want to go to karaoke night with us to make sure I don't drive him crazy or I suppose the other way around?