Well that's a loaded question. He certainly considers it a curse, but he's not certain the spell itself would count as one in the grand scheme of magic. He sighs roughly, clears his throat again, and decides to fall back into the familiar mode of passively answering questions. Luka doesn't need to know about his life, really.

"I'm not headless. I have my head. It's just not uh, really attached anymore," he says, by way of hopefully lightening the mood a little. "It's just magic, to preserve the soul after the body dies. That's all." There's a pause here, just long enough that he can pretend that conversation is done and change the subject.

"Why were you coming here? Are you hurt?"