"And I'm flattered you think me a young man."

Amusement wrinkles little lines round his eyes, enjoying the way happiness looks on her. How old, he wonders, is she? It is perhaps rude to ask, but part of him wonders if ghosts truly age -- or if she has perhaps lived hundreds of years at this same age. It must be sad, he thinks, if she has. If she has watched others age and die around her while she stays the same.

"Ah -- can... animals see you?