"I mean the rats do pale in comparison looks wise."
He couldn't help but chuckle again and shrug, teasing was always fun and enjoyable. Seeing the other reacting in such a manner was amusing.
“Pardon me?”
His voice was low, measured steps to put him mere feet away from the angel, his stench already wisping into his nostrils.
“I like to think I’m much better than the rats.”
"You're one to talk."
His eyes slowly shifted from head to toe before simply letting out an amused chuckle. Straightening up the angel of death simply stared curiously.
He emerges from the shadows, thankful that he can now walk freely without any shame or judgement, not that he cared about that.
“Look what the rat drug in….”