Uriel didn't try to draw his hand back as Pestilence picked it up and kissed it. As hard as it was to believe, the contact felt... pleasant. And the horseman seemed to actually care, too. The mere thought of that was absolutely overwhelming. All his existence he had thought that in the end he was alone aside from Him, and now previously completely strange people seemed to actually care about what was happening to him. First Wednesday and now Pestilence. How could this be possible?

"Very well." He bit his lip momentarily, trying to decide what he should ask first. "So. How did we even meet at the first place? I'll assume it was here in the library, as we seem to have the tendency to run into each other here," he said with a little smile.

He hardly even noticed that his hand was still held in that of Pestilence. The small part of his mind that did notice, though, definitely didn't protest. Rather he found himself hoping that Pestilence wouldn't let go for quite a while yet.