Azrael looked at the cat as it zoomed across the room. "Ninja turtles? what on earth are you talking about? those are so slow! how could they be ninjas?"<br/><br/>As she sat in front of him, he looked around the house, taking in the various appliances in the kitchen, the patterns on the carpet, and anything else that he wasn't familiar with. "Tea sounds good after how long I was... nevermind." He said. Trying to seem as normal as possible was becoming harder as he realized how long he'd been gone. "Tell me, What year is it?" he asked her. "You see I... seem to have lost track of time... Quite a bit, in fact."<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">~Why isn't she screaming at the mention of Azrael the Reaper of Souls???~</span>he thought.<span style="font-style: italic">~It's like she doesn't know Death. or maybe she just doesn't fear me? this bears investigating...~</span><br/><br/>He let out a low sigh. "could you at least tell me where I am before I go find a place to stay?" He said. He had no interest in staying unless she actually<span style="font-style: italic">wanted</span>Death in her house, but told himself he would come back to investigate furthur. If the current Reaper found him, he would be in a hell of a lot of trouble. "oh, the irony" he muttered.