Balthazar may be one of the few angels with any kind of knack for putting people at ease. He likes to think it's his charm, but ultimately it may have more to do with his relative indifference to the kind of cosmic-scale events that most of his brethren are forced to attend to and fret about just by virtue of what they are. He'd rather talk about the difference between a merlot and a shiraz than the questions of fate versus free will.

Usually.

When Susan looks up after dropping that little bomb, he's regarding her with a quizzical expression. He's spoken to the Death from his own world. Not long ago, in fact. Obviously they're from different places, but it's still hard to picture Death with a family. He's not sure where to begin with questions. "Well, you're beyond my realm of experience now, but you seem quite lively to me. And...thank you, I suppose? They can be bright enough to burn out the eyes of living things. I'd feel guilty if I were walking around doing that here, unintentionally."