Death looked thoughtful for a moment. "Maybe someday you'll find someone. If you want someone." She smiled then. "I wish you luck." But Doom was a busy man and a dedicated worker, at that, so it was hardly a surprise that he felt there was no room for a significant other in his life.
"Would you care to join me in a trip to the museum?" They were just a few blocks away from the Met, which was full of history and air conditioning. And people. People were more important and interesting to Death than AC, but she figured Victor might enjoy a cooler temperature.