[He's having a great time, yes, thank you. He hums brightly and holds up a finger, skirting around Viktor towards the desk; it's a little crooked, but not so much that the simple pen and inkwell sitting on its (mostly dust-free) surface are sliding off. He picks them up, turning to take a seat on top of the desk and gesture for Viktor to come and join him. Come, observe.]

I hope so. Calling a spirit takes more than a touch, so I haven't had more than a glance yet. But someone's here— all over this room, but- [he holds up the pen and ink] -they had a passion for writing, at least.

[So relatable. He does realize that just waving these things at Viktor isn't going to, like - prove anything, but he mostly wanted to show him the room itself, anyway. Out of habit he gives the pen a little twirl, then stops like, oh, there's a guy in there. Yikes.]

For a revenant, they're tolerating our presence pretty calmly. I've got a good feeling about whoever's still in here.