Well, he gives him points for persistence anyway, even if it's annoying the shit out of him right now. Again, he has to settle himself into just answering the questions. There's nothing wrong with a question asked, he reminds himself.

"I don't cast magic. I asked..." he begins, hesitating as he tries to keep the regret out of his voice. He thinks he mostly succeeds, but there's still a dulled edge to his voice when he says, "I asked for magic to be cast. Now I'm here until it runs out. Hm, my body is dead, yes. Gone. This one was made for me."

He draws a sharp breath through his nose, clenching and unclenching his hands for a beat. "Any more questions?" he asks dryly.