"My heart doesn't beat, I'm fairly sure that qualifies as dead," he says incredulously, but has the feeling that no matter what argument he pulls out, it isn't exactly going to end in his favour. He shuffles in his stool, laughing as he shakes his head in disbelief. "I don't mind being dead, you know. PDS," he clarifies. "Whatever you want to call it. After all these years, I've adjusted."