Florean quirked his head to the side in a curious, bird-like manner, interested in what Marlene revealed about her grandfather. "Really? Have you ever considered starting his project up again? The political atmosphere has changed dramatically since then, and what better way to honor him than to continue the work that he was so passionate about?"
A smile automatically returned to his face when Marlene dragged him by the arm - Florean was not the type to sulk for long. A dour mood was often dismissed, perhaps a little too quickly, not giving himself enough time to process his emotions before covering them over.
"I am living!" Florean protested with a bright laugh. "Look! I'm breathing and moving around! Not a ghost like Binns, yet!"