Ah, there. He's cracked the code. It puts him at ease too, knowing that this particular insight wasn't some crack at Robin's own fortune.

"Well..." He swirls his arm around in the bath a little. The water is cooling, becoming more lukewarm than anything. "I think it lives too, until it dies again. But the spirit is a lot happier about it that time. No coming back as a severed head in people's dreams, or anything."

He reaches ineffectually in the direction of Phalanx's legs, not intending to grab so much as to suggest. "Can I have one of your feet?"