His lips twitched, fighting a smile. It may have been apparent anyway, despite his best efforts. "An expert happiness squelcher? I'll keep that in mind. Pax Letale..." he trailed off, as if considering the name. "What a coincidence, I just moved in there too."
Pierce raised an eyebrow at the cheerful story involving difficulties with her brother - Casper, the Bad Twin. Maybe the hunches Pierce originally felt when he first laid eyes on the baby boy had been right. He didn't want to believe that now, so many years later, but he couldn't begin to consider otherwise. "I doubt he hates you," the man shrugged. "Sometimes people don't like what their siblings do, but that's entirely different than hating a person." He would know. Expert on this subject, thank you.
The news of the Haunted Mansion amused him greatly. Seemed like she'd be perfect for that job. "Could be worse, though it must get irritating making the same speech every day, reciting the same lines. Being gloomy helps, I would guess. I'd probably burst into flames if I stepped foot on Disney property."
Then he closed his eyes for a moment, as if waiting for something. Waiting for the answers to be told to him and only him. "He didn't have a lot family. Just an aunt who lives in Nevada, but he was close with his neighbor, who arranged for the funeral services. She promised to come by and check on him, but she gets busy sometimes and has her own life to lead. He understands."