"Well, I wouldn't quite put it that way, but...yes. That's what I've been told." But he holds up his hands in an apologetic, acquiescent fashion. "Sorry. I take your point, I'm being an arse. Can we start again?" Pal takes a few steps closer to her and offers his hand. "Palamedes Sextus. I've been here--in this town, not the graveyard--for nine months now. Sort of."