Dylan nodded. "I would love to spend forever in your toilet with you. That sounds like an ideal situation. But I don't see myself dying any time soon." Such a sad point. He couldn't suddenly die, just to make Myrtle happy.

"We should read together. You'd be far better company than Ms Donovan here. You seem a happy person." He shivered again, as she sat on his lap. She was making him cold. Maybe he'd have to get a coat or something to visit her. "I am Dylan by the way."