Mason was a little thrown off by everyone's complete lack of acknowledgment of his obviously fabled deeds.

"Uh... I'm Mason," he said, scratching his cheek again and then holding the hand out to the stranger.

"Oh, oh wait. Lemme guess your name. I'm good at guessing names." The reaper retracted the offered hand and took a step back, looking the man up and down. "Uh... Manfred," he guessed. "Yeah, you definitely look like a Manfred." He glanced cheerfully at Zel, who was clearly his partner in crime in all things now, then looked back at the man.