Milton watched Myrtle come down and tried not to make a face at her. She was apparently their only key to learning about this Isfret dude and Merlin knew what would happen if Milton or anyone else offended her in the least bit. Old times? Real boy? Milton was assuming she meant LIVING boy...

He listened to Myrtle and eyed Kurumi when she jabbed him. "Ow," he grumbled under his breath. Wait... Work the smirk? Work the smirk?! Kurumi wanted Milton to flirt the answers out of Myrtle?! Ugh. Shudder. MEH.

Milton took a deep breath and turned to the ghost. "Myrtle," he said in an uncharacteristically kind voice... He edged closer to her and tried not to DIE. "How exactly did the ghosts turn their backs on Isfret? And why did they think he deserved it?"