As if to placate Death's fears, the Corinthian gave her a winning smile. He was hardly going to cause a ruckus, if he got hungry he'd make sure it was a private meal. Afterall, he did the large showy serial killer show once and it only ended up with him as a pile of sand (quite uncomfortable). Hands in his pockets the Corinthian turned to go.

"...I'll meet you there. But don't wait up for me if I don't." With a final wicked grin he left the three of them there, walking off across the city.