Lia's warm smiles flickers slightly at this comment about being dead, but only a moment. She glances at his facial features, indeed handsome, and more importantly no tells that he is lying to her. Her mind races through several possibilities.

"Do you mean you were poisoned? Or--concussed?"

They walk past a particularly seedy looking venue. She squeezes his strong arm affectionately.

"Oh, can we go in there? It looks positively dreadful!"