A lopsided grin spread across his face. "I dunno. A security guard at that place. He might have some very interesting night shifts." Working on the grounds where an Asylum used to stand had to be rough, even for a mundane human. Mundanes had more sense for the supernatural than they realized. Maybe it was their heightened fear of it or their ignoring of gifts that might have been passed down. Little tiny drops of gifted or witch blood.
"Let's wait until he goes back to his little room and mess with him. OH! We could pretend we are ghosts. Implant thoughts that he's hearing chains rattle! Oh, this could be fun.
Issac's finger moved up and down Maddy's bare side, unconsciously.