Again, it's not exactly what Freddie's expecting and he frowns as he considers the question, staring at Noah as Noah stares at his wine.

"No," he answers finally and honestly. "I mean, it's not like... you're not a corpse." It's a word he'd used at the Halloween party though, he knows, one he'd pulled out in anger and confusion. And it's probably one that's stuck. "You look like any other bloke I've ever been with," he adds, a statement that isn't entirely true. "No, like. Dangling limbs or gaping wounds or whatever."

He does wonder if that's how Noah would look without the spell he's mentioned, but that's not something he much wants to think about if he's honest.

Carefully, he takes a sip of his wine and then nods at Noah. "Has everyone else you told just been okay with it right away?"