He looks at her. "Hello...miss hottie. Why you looking at me like I was talking about myself? I was saying you. If this is hell with a hottie like YOU I don't wanna see heaven. I bet your able to out sizzle any them goody two shoes." he says. His voice a soft purr. He laughs and jumps. Landing on TOP of her scythes blade. Laughing as he jumps up into the air and cartwheels through the air to land three feet behind her.<br/><br/>"Hmm? I doubt there is TRUE harm. Besides...I honestly don't care. I should be DEAD straight out. But I'm not. I'm having a debate with Death who happens to be a super model with a wicked ass scythe. What happened to the bag of bones Grim Reaper? He retire or something?" he asks seriously.<br/><br/>Then his eyes sparkle. "Really? And why not? My luck is over the overly extreme level. My grandmother who raised me calle me a true human bodied form of an embodiement of luck." he grins impishly. "So thanks for the warning I am going to need to politely decline to follow your warning." he laughs a bit.<br/><br/>"I'm enjoying this pressing my luck thing. I plan on pressing it further." He smiles a devil may care grin. "Why? Am I ruffling Lady Death's feathers?" he asks in a sultry tease.<br/><br/>(PM me lol please...wanna talk some OOC with you)