Otter Creek I'll be the match to your candle

Nara. He comitted the name to memory, though he could not guarantee he'd remember for sure. Ah well. The Reaper flicked his steel-coloured tail, icy gaze focused still upon the pale girl. She questioned him, but he simply grinned, cocking a brow in her direction. "Ruins the fun, does it not?" Secrecy was amusing, if you were on the hiding end, and he'd not wanted to pass up the opportunity to endulge in something he enjoyed.