So the Opera Ghost had a brother. Gansey made a mental note of that without comment; it was another very human thing, though he supposed any manner of beast could have a brother. One that read to him, however? Was that something demons did together? More and more, the man was beginning to look merely... human. Cooking, delighting in wine and literature, having family.
Then the Phantom lunged and Gansey's heart flung itself into his throat. He made no claim on the book, letting it go easily, since it wasn't his to begin with. Then he took three steps back to put space between them, heart beating quickly in his chest and expression alarmed.
"I—ahem. I apologize. I shouldn't have picked it up without asking."
While he was strong enough to possibly overpower the Phantom if the man decided to get rid of him, he wouldn't. Not enough to hurt the other man, anyway. A scruff was one thing. To kill? He would lose. All in all, his plan was to remain on polite terms until he could convince the Opera Ghost to let him go.
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Then the Phantom lunged and Gansey's heart flung itself into his throat. He made no claim on the book, letting it go easily, since it wasn't his to begin with. Then he took three steps back to put space between them, heart beating quickly in his chest and expression alarmed.
"I—ahem. I apologize. I shouldn't have picked it up without asking."
While he was strong enough to possibly overpower the Phantom if the man decided to get rid of him, he wouldn't. Not enough to hurt the other man, anyway. A scruff was one thing. To kill? He would lose. All in all, his plan was to remain on polite terms until he could convince the Opera Ghost to let him go.