"I'd like to think I've tanned just a tad since arriving here." Replied Death in a smug, slightly english tone. The sight of him put a strain on human eyes. Even with the influence of another entity, his image flickered like a mirage to the mortal soul. "Fancy some tea?" He asked, a gloved hand motioning to another small white teacup which hadn't been there before. It was half filled with what smelled of Earl Grey and just a bit of milk and sugar. The aroma wafted up on the steamy vapor that rose from the cup.