"Why thank you, milady." He grinned at her, and his eyes shone gold for a moment. "For that I am an archmage, and very, very old. I know things about magic and life that most never will." He spoke simply, without brag, but nodding to her.
"Ghosts are energy of a kind, and I can shift my own form to match that energy." His smile turned a little flirty again.
"All people deserve to be touched." His accentuation made that last word almost naughty in sound.