He licks his lips as he's stared at, luminous purple eyes sparkling with a hint of gold. Or perhaps they're gold eyes, sparkling with a bit of purple? Or perhaps they're misted over with a pale haze of starlight, blind and staring out into infinity.

"Why not cake? Why not death? Cake is cake, death is death. Sometimes a spoon is just a spoon. But if you must know, it's a question I heard a mortal pose before, and I found it funny. And when you think about it, aren't cake and death basically the same thing around here?"