Had she been any less charming, an internal alarm would have gone off. Such a charming lady suddenly in his dream, portraying perfection itself and wanting to be with him like this? How could it be even more obvious, taking his feelings in consideration, that this wasn't just a dream? That this in fact, was something he had already read so much about, but whose existence he had always doubted?<br/><br/>But Lucius was completely trapped. She came closer in the same enticing, enchanting way as she had stood there. She reached for him, gentle, yet seeming slightly impatient for some reason. He looked down at her, then at his arm, which had a strange tingling feeling going through it.  This couldn't all be happening, could it? He was starting to doubt, as she asked whether he wanted to kiss her and before he could even ask her why, why she would want to kiss him, she already stood on her toes,  kissing him. It was strange, that she was so eager to kiss him. But maybe it was just a dream after all, teasing him.<br/><br/>In the apartment, George came floating through the kitchen wall, onwards to the living room.  He was a ghost which had haunted this house for quite some years already.  He looked like a butler with a very stern expression on his face. His hair was in a short cut, neat, like his whole appearance. For a ghost, he looked immaculate, as if he was actually a portrait photo from many years ago.<br/><br/>And assuming the lady was just a human and as most, incapable to see or hear him, he started to complain. "How could you Lucius? Inviting humans to come over without even warning me..."  Though the ghost was complaining as if he spoke to Lucius, he was actually speaking to himself, as he floated past Lucius, here and there putting some things on a different place. The ghost truly couldn't accept the fact that Lucius had put a cup without anything underneath it to protect the old wooden cabinet it was put on. He made sure though, to only move things out of the -presumed - human's sight.  "How difficult is it to move it a few steps further into the kitchen? Oh no..  Let George do the cleaning, he's got all the time in the world.. and who cares for the antiques anyway.." the ghost grumbled in  a London accent.<br/><br/>Back in the dream, Lucius was slowly losing himself in the kiss, caring less and less about everything around him, as the dream was so sweet, so delightful.. he was about to give in to it, to the feeling, when he heard the unmistakable voice of George in the distance. Surprised he -accidentally- broke the kiss. "George huh?"  he frowned, looking aside and searching for its source. "Ah.  Just a dream" he mumbled to himself, shaking his head, guessing he should wake up. He wanted to know what George was talking about, and why it was so important to bother Lucius in his sleep with it. (As he forgot for a moment that he had fallen asleep on the couch, and not in his bed)