Fani looked at Death. Either he had gotten serious about his job, or he was jilted. She couldn't decide which. She shook her head slowly. "No, I didn't feel it. I had to do over a hundred jobs today, and I figured since he was a friend he could prolong life a bit, to see if this matter was fixable. In all honesty, it is. He can move on, and forget, or he can convince her he's worth something. I want to take care of him for now, and you are NOT going to interfere," she snapped, lifting Dimentio out of his seat, practically yanking him away from Death. "Come on, Dimentio." And she left.
Drew cocked an eyebrow. "You underestimate me?"