He’s mildly put off by this man. But he thinks it’s a misunderstanding between him both and immediately graftign what you knew onto strange things was… normal.
“Shinigami. I once heard the translation was “death god”.”
His vaguely purple eyes scan the stranger. “….. Who are you?”
"…Parthenopaeus Acheron. Or Acheron as I prefer." He leaned back, humming. "…And, since I know you’ve been traveling with the rest of the group of suspended time travelers I’m also a type of guardian." He moved to push his sunglasses down, smirking at the other entity.