Iggy's smile stays on, but his eyes flinch. He's used to ghosts on his birthday alright.

"Something like that," he says, but moves on fast. "Don't all old famous authors over describe things, though? Like uhm, that dead English guy... Dickens? I feel like he probably was very descriptive." He's not sure since he didn't do very well in English class.

Iggy beams and flaps a hand again. "You," he says. "Such a charmer. But uhm, nope, never! I'm actually horribly socially awkward. I've just captivated you with my natural wiles so you haven't noticed yet."