The Art doesn't miss that moment of shock and frowns ever so slightly, tone lowering like that of a disappointed parent scolding a child.

"You're just as bad of a liar as your father, Eric." He leans ever so slightly closer then, tilting his head. One might find the sight almost comical given the height and build difference between the two men, but Humpty carries himself as if he were the one with the size advantage.

"Why did you look surprised just then? You said something about three years ago... Was that when I died? Or is there something else you'd like to tell me?"