"Oh just thought I'd catch up on some reading. Humans have been quite busy over these last few centuries." Pages ruffled as an unseen influence flipped through the book in Death's hand as he spoke. "It's just my luck that the owner of this estate keeps such a collection of literature." A cold, hallowed gaze rose from the tome and met with Dante, piercing through his soul and looking onto the entity within him. "Oh but what's this? The ill tempered one in my presence? I must be getting quite a bit older than I expected if infantile whelps like you have gained the courage to look upon me directly." The subtle curl of a halfhearted grin grew across Death's face as he set down his cup. "But wouldn't you know it? Here we are. So to what do I owe this inconvenient pleasure?"