[He would have laughed as well, and not because a plastic skeleton had just taken it upon himself to move unaided. Oh no, he has seen things far stranger in his time.]

[The affection doesn't go unnoticed, and he takes that time to lift a hand, fingers curled to gingerly brush over Vincent's shoulder, offering something back for what is given. If he's an affectionate sort with the reaper, Undertaker has no qualms with it. His other senses pull the weight where his vision is slacking, and touch and little respect for personal space with certain individuals have been a thing for him for quite some time.]

I won't argue that. I've been fond of sweets myself. [With his free hand, he gestures at the skeleton again.] Chocolate or vanilla, one time. Then another he tried to argue with me that socks taste better than a salad. It's always food with us, but he does always seem to catch me while I'm in the kitchen.