If Cash was breathing right now, he would have lost it — but even then, he felt a familiar erotic blood rush. The other men had alluded to the side effects of Spiritus Sancti in terms of sex, but still — Cash froze, partially through Theo's windowsill, translucent mouth open in shock. He was still consistently having sex, weekly and routine with Adrienne — but it never felt like this.

Theo looked embarrassed, and the tone of his voice wasn't alleviating Cash's desire to touch him again. Cash swallowed. He had a feeling that if he was embodied, he would have been blushing.

"I'm not a real ghost," he said, feeling very Ravenclaw as he corrected Theo. "I'm not supposed to be cold."