[The light of the ghost's eye pulses slowly, steadily, a gesture that all but radiates contentment at Shade's presence.]

Euch, flayers.

[His guardian, however, is far from content. Instead, he folds his arms and frowns, taking a moment to lean back against the wall of the office almost petulantly.]

Does he really need to be there. You should let him know there're more important things than meetings