With a new member always came a new set of trouble. Ghost was worried that this new lad, a charming bachelor-type from Paris, would sweep you off your feet with his bloody accent and his bloody words.

Though he was pleasantly surprised, assured when on the day the smooth bastard arrived and spoke to you, as Ghost sulked jealously in the corner, after a minute of conversation, you laughed in his face, apparently at him, when the suddenly shy man eventually asked you out.

Ghost skipped over, glad.

" 'Ey there, luv. What's goin' on 'ere? Anythin' funny?" he grinned slyly.