"Lord?" Isolde asked after the waiter had seated her.<br/><br/>Malachai nodded as he choose a wine from the list and asked that a bottle be brought to the table.<br/><br/>"I used to be in a chat room with a man who called himself, Oh God. I think it was what all the ladies said after an intimate encounter."<br/><br/>Malachai laughed and assured her  his was an old title handed down over several generations.<br/><br/>The couple at the table next to them upset their water goblets. Isolde turned to see a ghost marching fingers over their necks causing them to shudder. The couple looked at each other and apologized for being so clumsy. They continued on with their meals but looked pale and uncomfortable.<br/><br/>One approached their table and Isolde raised one finger and shook her head. The ghost looked incredulous and then crestfallen. No one, living or dead, enjoys being caught at playful devilment.<br/><br/>She smiled at Malachai and said,<br/>"The wine you ordered was an excellent choice. I'm fond of wine, generally, especially if it is sweet."