The worst part about being a ghost is how you can't escape being cracked on. So--gotta make a couple sacrifices.

[Pauses, doing her best to keep her eyes trained on the fire, for as helpful as that is with him standing in front of it, the lines and the curves of his legs and back, the expanse of freckles only broken by the tiny shorts.

...Probably any extra color to her cheeks is easily attributed to the firelight, obviously,]

You...warming up some?