He laughs at that, light and playful, because somehow a ghost promising not to be too spooky is just... well, funny.

"I will hold you to that," he teases, and his lips curl in amusement a second before he rallies to stay on topic. "Do you... stay here?"

Is she bound to this place, to... well, haunting it he supposes? Or does she travel? Ghosts, how do they work? He just doesn't know.