"I am somewhat dubious about the emotional qualities of inanimate and mundane skeletons... But he, certainly, possesseth many an admirably quality in spite of his advanced decomposition."
He patted Skelly's back, dislodging a rib. Terran looked slightly embarrassed about that, but Skelly did not appear to mind. To the second question, he sort of looked askance.
"Sadly, we have been unable to ascertain his true identity; it may be that the flow of history hath taken his recollection of it from him, or it may be that our own efforts have not chanced upon the right name. We know him to be of the Line of Osha, so he is family to his highness... But that's about it."
"So Skelly it is, or rather what I've been calling him," She coughed into her hand and patted down her skirt. "So uh...what were you saying earlier? Something along the lines of maid duties, mister Terran."