Theodore was - or would have been, if he'd known - eternally grateful that Hugh had not finished that sentence with the word "hot." That would've made him tremendously uncomfortable. He appreciated the secrecy, the reassurance that Hugh wasn't mad at him for withholding information, as well as the genuine enthusiasm and his ability to almost instantly make light of it. All of that really went a long way to putting Theodore back into his typical state of ease. "We never had an Evie O'Connell situation," he said almost regretfully as he remembered fondly back to their Halloween movie night. "Spirits that guard tombs tend to be significantly more insubstantial: ghasts, wraiths, those sorts of things. And, they're few and far between in my experience - mostly the ancients were concerned with doing nasty things to your physical body if you started poking around their graves. Which- I do realize that makes me sound like something of a grave-robber," he pointed out with a rueful smile.
"But really, now that I've let it slip - I'm an open book. I'm sure you probably have near innumerable questions at this point. I grew up with it, but...I can only imagine how it must feel, coming to it from the outside."