[ her approval only makes his smile brighter; surely not an expression the God of Death used to ever wear. ]

I'm glad you think so. Although I didn't bring a blanket for us. [ this was all rather impulsive of him - he wanted to go to lunch with her, sure, but as they walked, every option just didn't sound good enough. He wants to make an impression on her, to make things special for her sake. For some mysterious reason. (It's not mysterious at all, but he's kicking himself for giving in to his emotions instead of his conscience.)

Regardless of his lack of picnic blanket, he sits down on the grass. ]

I came here a long time ago. I was in Japan to assassinate the man who lived in that house, [ he explains coolly, pointing to one of those bay mansions as casually as one might point out an old friend's house. ] ... At the time, it just seemed like the perfect location to snipe from. I don't remember appreciating the view that much, but I guess it stuck out in my mind.