"Yes, I can sense a ghost in this house..." Hendrix muttered, running his hand along the walls of your house.

It was all bullshit, of course, but you didn't need to know that, did you?

Ever since you'd come to him, convinced that your house was cursed with an evil spirit (which in actuality was only a stray cat that'd been living in your walls), he couldn't help but fall for you.

"I'll stay the night to perform a ritual to cleanse this home. Free of charge." He said, flashing a smile.