Salieri's grip on the box tightened, his gloved fingers slightly causing the wrapping to wrinkle. His red orbs could only stare at his Master in disbelief, not that it was the first time, but still...

Cioccolato? Another gift from his Master?

... What... utter nonsense...

"I don't understand," he spoke, his voice a gloomy musing, no different than the usual self-deprecating monologues he frequently had whenever left to his own devices, "I cannot comprehend your reasoning, Master. Your gifts, your kindness, your affections..."

Yet, he didn't exactly have the heart to reject them. It was an odd feeling in him. That semblance of humanity in him just shining very faintly. Every gift, every persistence, led to this.

With a sigh, he relented. At least, he didn't fall into his usual wailings like the first time he received a Valentine's Day gift from his Master...

"You reap nothing out of this, Master. I am death, not a human. Do not treat me as such."

In other words, he was not one to find any joy in about anything — including life. Thus, he'd rather not have Master waste any joyful attempts on him. Buuut... He'd always deliver a return gift. He could never not. After all, it was only right for him to do so...no?