There's something deeply unsettling about a man being so comfortable sitting in an electric chair.

"What do I expect?" he says, a little surprised at the question. "I don't know what to expect. You have power over us, power that we do not understand. Power that is beyond anything we have ever seen before. You gave me a mark. And not the kind that you get after deciding to make a drunken visit to a tattoo parlour one night. And this -" he holds up his left hand, covered by fingerless gloves, but Matthew doesn't doubt that Death already knows all about the ravens tattoo hidden on the palm underneath. "- isn't just ink and colour. Marks like this don't come without strings attached. They come with conditions, and a price. A price which, mind you, is usually too high. You've yet to tell us yours."