Merlin. The ghost was certainly not up with the times when it came to courtship. It was to be expected, he supposed. Seeing as the last time he had seriously attempted to woo a woman had been the Lady Grieve and that had turned out just splendidly for him.

"Date?" he repeated with a furrowed brow. "Sounds a bit crude, does it not? The Lady Helena deserves more elegant an expression than that. The term creature, however, may be something I can work with...although one could argue that we are already other-wordly."

Practically the manner in which the living referred to spirits, was it not?

"Location has a great deal to do with this sort of thing, but us ghosts tend to keep to our usual routines after having been here for all these years. As a young man with fresh eyes, where would you suggest?" he inquired further.