His forehead hit the floor and he breathed an incredulous, humorless laugh. That would have been amazing information to know beforehand, but that was the whole point of the exercise, wasn't it?

He loves the hell out of you, Detective, but you've gotta work on that empathy. But she wouldn't be who she was if she wasn't cool as a fuckin' cucumber about pretty much everything.

Except ghosts.

"G-gimme a minute... y'just scared a few years outta me. Let's... let's not tell Bahamut about that. Scare the dragon-god shit out of him..."