Get on the bed, get off it--honestlyyyyyy! How you order people about!

[ He's already unfolding his legs and sliding off the table. He stands. ]

Have it your way, I'll go--

[ He sits down again, abruptly. ]

--in a minute. I--yes, all right, in a minute. Could you just... ah.

[ Apparently the process of reinserting a soul is not always that smooth, possibly because that soul is chained to... something. Something large and hat-shaped (really!). ]

Just give me that...

[ He gestures vaguely at the ground, where his sword is still lying (somewhere). Nearby there's a scabbard; they fit together to form a cane. ]

...and I'll be on my way.