"Here's hoping you won't have to," he says wryly. It's not so difficult to notice the reflexive twitch of motion, and he looks at her hand with a trace of wistfulness. He should be able to penetrate the veil of incorporeality smothering him, shielding him from actual interaction with this world. It should be well within his power.

"I'll, ah - I can leave you to it." He flashes her a smile, a mild twitch of one side of his mouth, and with an abruptness and finality he doesn't mean, really, he slips out from physical sight between breaths.