That definitely raises his alarm levels, though he only visibly registers some small surprise on his face- as if she had just told him it was her anniversary and he had forgotten it or something similar.

"So, I am asleep, and unable to awaken.....?" He pauses then, looking her over and then squinting at the snow outside. "Pardon me, but would you like to come inside to continue our conversation? The weather... I'm not used to being exposed to such a chill for long." Half of his chest is exposed and it is very cold. Still not sure this house is where he should be, but no one can truly throw Death out.

"Perhaps we can try this casserole of yours."