Once they had separated and with pleasure at seeing the chosen ring on Jack’s finger, Reaper slipped his hood back up and his mask back on. He had removed himself from the bar and moved to return to his post of manning the door. There was a distinct lightness to his step that evaporated any of his usual intimidating march.

He leaned against the bar that allowed him to face the door, and instead of growling at people having a good time, he gestured at them to find the few open tables that remained. Yet, he also continually turned his head to watch Jack.

"He doesn’t normally smile that much. Halloween is the best day of the year."

Come and say hi to him!