"I'm going to have to ask how a sword-ghost hugs someone." he asks, the burning question for the mysterious presence in the room. "Not that it's the strangest concept out there, but I don't deal as much with magic."

He wasn't much of the 'receive the gentle embrace of an angel' type of guy without the questions. He doesn't receive any regular, flesh-and-blood hugs that much without the questions. Mulling around enough in isolation left him too used to the cold, it seems, even if he was starved for warmth.

The contradictions of the living!