"Hello, sister." He took the jacket and wrapped it around himself, careful not to rush so it didn't seem as though he was desperate for the added warmth. Because he wasn't. No, not at all. But it was simply impolite to turn down a gift like that, so he'd take it anyway. "Thank you," he said, glancing back out onto the street. Why was it so much harder to hide things, now? He knew some genuine gratitude had come out in his voice, and he hadn't intended for that at all.
Desire was glad for Death's arrival and smiled faintly when she walked up. "Del picked them out," he said, unable to keep the wry amusement out of his tone, and not much caring, not about that. The fact that Del had picked up his style of dress was kind of funny, actually.