[ he watches this, interested. he's fully aware of witches and their familiars, and his own ties with his familiars (gone and dead, used up, he's alone now--)

at her comment about his head he lets out a rough bark of a laugh, head tipping back to the sky briefly before he looks at her again, eyes dancing. ]

Some friends managed to return my body to me, so I was able to properly reform. Right as rain, in the end. He's lucky I don't scar, I'd be more put out than I already am.

[ a joke. he doesn't care about scarring. ]

Overall a nasty experience, but done with now.