Reaching out Albert ran his fingers slowly along the cloak, it felt soft under his fingers. "not something you would find in this world I am guessing, really soft." stepping to the side he smiled, his fangs peaking from under his lip. "I never said I was going to attack you, in fact I think it would be unwise for me to try to." He was drawn to this Death, like a mouth to the flame.

"It was not Hollywood that first portrayed Death in the Cloak with a Scythe. The first time I saw it was in a carving created for a church in Europe. He held a hourglass in his hands his Scythe in the crook of his arm." Looking out upon the street beyond the alleyway.

"You said I did not know what I was doing when I saved the young man." he looked back down at Erik, reaching out he ran his finger along Erik's jawline. "tell me what happens because I saved a man."