(warm, clinical, measured): My dear. You’re safe now.

(gentle, with a strange tremor): I—I never thought I’d see your face again, little one.

(a dark laugh, dripping with amusement): Well, well, well. The Devil’s back in business, huh?

(cold, yet fragile): You missed my funeral. Don’t miss me again.

(cocky, teasing): Wow. So this is where you live? Kinda cramped for a Reaper’s vacation spot.

(bright, sing-song): Hello, sunshine! Pancakes later?

(low, husky, almost angry): You’re mine now? Don’t make me laugh.