"Can I still reply with 'In the flesh?'" he asks, grinning with total ease. "That would have been really good, but the timing got a bit messed up." He starts to slip off his jacket, which just puts more of it on display - the bones coming straight from the sleeves of his t-shirt. The mysteriously still present bump of his belly.

He hands his coat to her. It's warm and the hood is fur-lined. There isn't much body heat in it, though, for obvious reasons.

"Here. I don't need it, apparently."