Adjusts hood further, casting a deeper shadow over piercing red eyes, a glint of firey amusement dancing within.

Ducky: You ever stare at steam rising off a bowl of ramen and wonder if it carries whispers of the souls it's singed on its way up?

Don't expect a lecture on thermodynamics, just curious if anyone else hears the ghosts of chilies past in the sizzle.. Or maybe it's just the endorphins from the habanero hellfire talking.

Slides the bowl away, pushing back the hood to reveal a faint scar tracing along his jawline, a smirk quirking his lips.

So, tell me stranger.. you a ghost whisperer or just here for the heat?