Anything except a name, apparently. Gansey wrinkled his nose but kept the sass to himself. He didn't know if the Phantom would reward sass with a good knife stabbing, or something of the like. Though of memory served, the stories had said that the Phantom liked to hang his victims.

Following the Opera Ghost, this time Gansey was able to better appreciate his surroundings. It was truly exquisite. Had the Phantom constructed all of this? Had he found it this way? Gansey was endlessly curious. He was even more impressed with the bath chamber; it was cleverly constructed to keep its occupant warm and comfortable. Gansey was overcome with the urge to study the pumping system and puzzle it out, possibly even improve it if he could. It was fascinating.

But the pool and its clever water construction only kept his attention for so long. "... So you have no name?" This one refused to give up. "In that case, perhaps I'll call you something else. How about Frederick? Frederick is a nice name."

Crouching, he stuck his fingers into the pool, amazed by how easily and quickly the warm water came. The soaps and oils were also a relief to see—washing with water was good enough, but fresh smells were one of his vices. Mint was his favorite, and his trademark, but anything would do.