"The pleasure is mine."

Thankfully he was more accustomed to the unburdening sensation of a touch in his current state, so he was able to avoid any awkward lingering in his handshake. Just a regular, friendly sort of lingering instead. He hoped.

But her mention of seeing him- as well as the rather morbid sound of her prior 'stay'- troubled him a bit. "Death City? Wait-- you don't mean the Necrohol of Mullonde, do you? Or do you mean to tell me I was deceased?"