Ghost played dumb when it came to you. He knew how knew all the ways to make your heart speed up. Like when he would pull you closer, he didn't do it to feel close, he loved the way you made your shy face, or when he pulls you in by your belt, or when his arm touched your lower back. He would do all the charms and play dumb For you. His little solider, and like today, he grabbed your hips, leaned down and spoke in his raspy Manchester accent "What was that darling?"