"I'm not a poet. Hang out with artist-types like that sometimes, but I'm not one myself."
He nods; it does take awhile to get used to 'I'm still alive and not dust?' Although in his own case, coming to life surrounded by a bunch of dust, wasn't actually turned into it himself.
"Tsk, tsk. I'd say I should figure out the appropriate punishment for being so groan-worthy, but then I'd earn it myself for all the times I've said obvious things, too."