"Ardal?" Spectre repeated dumbly, then followed Flynn down the stairs. What did Flynn's old lover have to do with... oh. "Ardal," Spectre said again, this time in realisation. "Oh goodness me. Um..." This was new, very new. Certainly not an experience Spectre had something to compare with in order to know what was best. He only had his angelic intuition and his manners to go on. "Shall I fix a pot of tea, then?"