"Must I be?" He said lightly, with an amused glimmer in his eyes, peering out the door to look at the number of his apartment. "This is the apartment being rented by Todd Engel, so that would be an entirely logical deduction to make," he concluded, taking Evey's hand and bowing over it before administering the more traditional firm handshake. It was an archaic gesture, to be sure, but old habits died hard, and when you were Death, they lingered past their historical relevancy.
"Ah, yes, my fish," he said with a note of pride in his voice. The fish had been a masterful coup to adapt to the human world, and they were perfect pets. They required minimal but precise care, they were colorful and soothing to watch, and they put people at ease. Such a collection, humans thought, could only belong to a capable man. They were correct in so assuming. "I am rather pleased with this lot," he admitted. While the fish had been a ruse at first, they'd grown on him in the absence of his minions when he explored the human realms cloaked in a mortal guise.