His eyes twinkle with good humour. "Oh, is that so? What shall I call you, then?"
He strokes his beard thoughtfully. "I'm sure he was. I'd love to regale you with my herioc tale, but alas, I have none! As far as I know, I did die! Quite certainly. Not something one easily forgets...however, here I am, none the less!" He meets the hand in the air, and clasps it as if to shake it, though instead just holds a moment before releasing, as if to confirm to both of them that he is in fact solid.