More like [ a pause while Ben tries to think of how to put this - he runs a hand over his shoulder ] this very solid, and nice body I'm in? Is sort of borrowed. There's no guarantees I get to keep it if I go back.

[ There. That's a less horrible way of saying, 'I'm dead and my spirit was on its way to the afterlife last I was there,' right? ]

[ Ben likes the way Goose thinks. He, gently, rubs his hand down to her neck, then under her chin, seeing what else she might enjoy. ]