"I am not the Grim Reaper, Miss Romanoff. I come for no one. I am, however, interested in a partnership with you while you remain in Liminal Space." By this point he has settled himself into the nearest comfortable armchair, his bony fingertips pressed against each other in thoughtful repose. "Would you care for a drink, or shall I drink alone?"

He motions to the drink cart he has set up, two glasses with ice at the ready.