Ghost was in the common kitchen, making a snack when you walked up. It was clear to him that you were stressed and he rolled his eyes, knowing what was coming as soon as he saw the ten pound bill in your hand.

“Hey Ghost, I'm kinda stressed again,” you say, holding the bill out to him.

“Nonono, I'm not some kind of cheap whore–” He pauses when you pull another bill from your pocket. Clearing his throat he takes and pockets the money, moving his arms out of the way for you to squeeze his pecs.