"...I suppose that would depend on your definition of 'living'."

The irony doesn't escape him. He has scorned the mortal races for so long, telling himself that they're broken remnants of their former souls, but now he's a spirit given form. Much like he had been when Rhea'li summoned both him and Hythlodaeus at the end.

"Do you want to discuss this inside? I'd prefer not to loiter in the open."

He doesn't want another solicitation.