It's not something he minds. While he may not entirely open his own heart on the first or even the second conversation, he does tend to find the softer edges of others fairly quickly. It's better than the alternative.

He shrugs his shoulders.

"In some ways, yes. But I get along well with the dead, I find." Thanks to that good old fashioned common ground. But he's going to remain vague in just how relatable he finds it.

"I'd be willing to help, si," He says. "What conditions do you have in mind?" Secrecy, he assumes.