[sylvanSpider]

Benjamin could almost see the goosebumps prickling Steven's skin and the thought made him giddy. Yes, this might be it! Benjamin made himself comfortable, or at the very least, as comfortable as a ghost could beside Steven. No, no. Not a draft. A ghost, you dunderhead, a ghost! He tapped his chin thinking that maybe hiring a roofer might give her incentive to go through the boxes in the attic (he was quite curious to see what was up there himself).

Yes, yes! That's it! I am! I am indeed a ghost! This place is, in fact, quite haunted! By me! A ghost! He butt his fist against Steven's shoulder assuming that he wouldn't feel it, and sat back scowling when he realized that neither of the two of them were actually being serious. He'd have to try harder. But, patience was key, and Benjamin had nothing but time. He'd ramp it up slowly, slowly but quite noticeably. Yes, that is what he'd do. Hopefully they'd be clever enough to realize that he was not only there, but also not malicious.