John catches the hesitation, and his smile goes a little lopsided, awkward; he knows how he looks. But this is more interesting, so he seizes on the question.

"I really can. Except it's," and here he waves a hand, vague, "less collagen and phosphorus and more a dead body. I can see you," he tips a hand to Palamedes, "and that headstone, and the fellow six feet under the dirt. A bit like looking into a pond and seeing the fish under the water, except it's not really looking. Hell of a thing to put into words."