He laughed and let her lead the way, finding her enthusiasm infectious if a bit daunting. Bent over to hold her hand, and with her insistent pulling, he stumbled a few times.

"Ghosts? Goodness. Are they friendly?" It certainly wasn't the first time Aziraphale had stayed in a fortress or castle--after all, he had been present during the Medieval era--but he was hoping these would have modern conveniences. Places like that could get so drafty and damp. "I would hate to have to live among mean-spirited, well, spirits."