Copia casually assesses the new arrival without pointing out or even insinuating that he has any idea of the obvious. Who is he to judge? Besides, he is more comfortable with those who are deceased than he should admit any time soon to anyone, ever. Don't ask. Or do. What difference does it make?

He lowers his newspaper to assess the man across from him. A pale (very much dead) man staring and saying nothing. The only way Copia could make his reaction more pointed would be with reading glasses. He is silent for a few moments before gesturing at the chair across from him. "Please, sit. I can't have a handsome stranger standing there wordlessly."

He offers a reassuring smile for cushioning. Copia is happy to adjust and accommodate for a social guest. It almost seems as if he is unaware that this is not the world where his reputation and power means anything at all. He carries his title with him, regardless.