That explains a lot.

[He still looks pale and sounds a little queasy, himself. That hurt a lot worse than he expected it to.]

I'm fine. Good as new.

[He waves his fingers-still covered in blood, but clearly all in their respective pieces again-in front of the lens as proof.]

But I wouldn't say no to some pointers. From you it's a different kind of trade, though. I'll teach you how to be a kid in exchange. Trust me, you could really use some lessons. What do you say?