When your real body is made of energy, you can pretty much look however you'd like.

[He nudges Neku's shoulder in return, then leans his head over to rest on it.]

In this place, it's a lot harder for me to see what effects staying in a dead district for so long had on you. But, just with what I'd observed back at home, you've come leaps and bounds from the last time I saw you. Your extended time in the Game had affected your Imagination back then, too, of course, but not near the level I recall seeing before we all found ourselves here. It's quite possible that my guess is correct.

[And the implications of that... Well, he always knew Neku had the potential to be a Composer. He wouldn't have given Neku a gun if he didn't.]