"It's entirely possible that I died, but I've yet to come across my actual body, nor has anyone else," he said, pondering that for a moment. "I should hope that I would die in some more dramatic way than in my sleep." He'd rather imagined a manhunt, followed by some kind of violence, or at least a victim slitting his throat. Something... substantial. Not drifting off into unconsciousness. How dull.
He arched an eyebrow as Bole pretended to grope him, lips twisting into a half-smirk. "Pity I can't feel anything." He considered going to visit Stephen, since he was currently the only one who would find Roth frightening, as far as he knew.