[Pieces might fall into place as well, as Fluttershy's eyes moves from the scythe over to Lobo himself. The hooded black cape, those piercing red eyes, and all the fairy tales about the Big Bad Wolf...the representation of Death itself.

Yet he only chuckles softly, his tail stilling as his nose picks up the scent of her...hm. Not quite fear, but unease. It's not pleasant, because it's not wanted. Lobo enjoys the smell of fear on those he wants to reap, those who have squandered Life in such a way to earn the ire of Death himself, whether that be by not respecting the Life (or lives, in Puss' case...ugh) they were given, or going so far as to pretend they are him - taking lives one after another, with no actual remorse or reason. Out of all of the souls he's harvested, those are the ones he takes the greatest satisfaction in tearing to shreds.

However, he has no yearning for a gentle girl's fear - a tender child who cherishes Life and holds it with warmth and kindness. No, Death has no place, and no desire, for this one. May she live, and live long. But, he is no liar, and nods his head, a crooked smile spreading up his long muzzle.]

Si, I am Death. ...A pleasure to finally get the chance to talk face to face with you, senorita Fluttershy, and I mean that sincerely.