Bole looked sceptical and had he not just passed straight through him, he might've thought he was a liar. He pulled himself off the ground and reached out to plunge his hand through Roth's chest, where his heart lay. "Interesting," Bole mused, envy written on his face, "Are you sure you didn't just die?"
He stroked his arm through Roth's form, wondering if it was just his mind that made the air feel colder where Roth stood. Starting from his heart, Bole's hand moved down through his chest, through his stomach, stopping between his legs. Bole smirked and stepped backwards. "I'm sure I could have all sorts of fun as a ghost..."