Ah, yes. He regrets letting that part slip now. "Perhaps your own mind rejected the notion of becoming a ghost. Most people who die here aren't quite so desperate for it as you were."

Erik's thin brows knit together in concern as he meets Pyotr's gaze. He barely knows what he should feel from this and startles into dead stillness as the man tucks a lock behind his ear so tenderly. The suggestion hanging between them feels like a forbidden fruit. Dare he reach up to pluck it?

He plucks at Pyotr's wrist, instead, stroking his thumbnail suggestively over that spot he'd bitten just last night. "The first thing you'll have to do is drink more water and less wine."