He's not about to turn down a generous offer like that, so he keeps the pack without complaint. The lighter he turns down though; he's got his own and wants to know if it works.

"Second time I know of, anyway." It's a bit of a struggle to keep the flame alive, but eventually it catches. He sighs with visible relief as he breathes out the smoke. How exactly does he want to go about this next part?

"Went back is correct, if you want to call it that. I was dead and then I wasn't anymore, and apparently now I am again." He says it like it's the same level of inconvenience as missing a train. "It's strange, though, I was here for, what? A couple of months? But time hadn't passed when I woke up." He shrugs. "I'd think it was a dream if I hadn't come back."