"Classic looks are best," he says without missing a beat, but it's a somewhat mechanical joke thanks to a rush of anxiety. Balthazar feels fortunate to have gotten off on the right foot with Death here, so far. Hopefully this fiasco won't ruin that.

As the audience laughter dies down, he scans down the line of his teammates briefly. The question makes him refocus though. "These are rather pointed categories, aren't they?" The observation pops out before he can help himself.

Thus far, he hasn't taken personal offense at the game, but he's keenly aware that he's sharing a team with a few of the potential answers here. Is diplomacy or accuracy better here? After a half-second's delay he opts for long-term caution: "Lilith."