I-- [His mind goes a bit blank at the question, like it's rebooting all over again. Who? Who indeed. No one that matters, not any more.] A ghost. That's all. [He feels small--not just physically, as Binghe certainly towers over him, but in every way. Small, and exhausted. God, he was so tired. His soul felt tired.

He listens, rolling the words over in his mind and matching it up with what he's learned since he's arrived.] Convenient and dangerous. But intimacy in exchange for currency is hardly novel. This place just seems to take it a step further than normal. [His tone is rather bitter as he says that though, his pleasant buzz souring as his thoughts spiral]