[He lights up without looking at Beyond, breathes in smoke and blows it out through his nose - turning his face ever so slightly away, in deference to his quiet objection.]

Are you worried about me? [A tease - he can't quite help himself.]

The way I look at it, I've already died. The infirmary is full of magicians and extradimensional beings who can cure cancer as easy as blinking. So what does it matter?

[That, and it's his way of holding death close to him, in just one small way.]