Oh, he definitely hears the laugh. After a moment, he remembers the name and face behind it all, too. The kid's got some gall getting sassy like that, but Reaper can't fault him. This entire movie night will be a real trial of patience for him, if he thinks about it. Another stupid annoyance he has to approach like a mission or a challenge, just to get through it without hurting someone.

He places himself behind Casey, arms folded. If the movie is casting enough of its glow, his own outfit shouldn't disrupt anyone, especially from back here. It might still catch a few eyes, though. Maybe he'll have to bring out the black smoke to blanket the glow. There's no actual off-switch for this thing, anyway.

"Says who?"

Respecting death... well, the only dead he respects is himself. Everyone else can fuck right off. When it comes to interacting with Casey, he's at least pretty confident that it won't get hostile in the slightest. He just likes to jab, and Reaper can jab back if that's what's needed to keep the facade going.