Doesn't have to do with anything. Sometimes you just tell someone when they're absolutely working a look, and you are.

[You expect Death to be all... well, more like him, at best. Which is sort of gritty not ripped and sporty. But that's all beside the point 'cause the pastry was weird as fuck.]

I'm gonna go chat up my cell phone ventriloquist buddy over there. Good to finally meet you face to face. I thought I would have more to say if we ever talked but turns out your brain just empties when you meet someone famous.

So I'll see you later.

[And off Murphy goes to be whatever he is at someone else.]