"Dead men can cause a great deal of trouble. What dead men cannot do is walk and talk and greet the living," Albert responded with a toss of his head meant to shake back his wayward bangs. "Unless, as you say, you find yourself trapped in Mayfel. However, I would expect to find myself in more cherished company in that place," his expression sharpened into silent accusation and he held Lloyd's gaze for a long moment before tossing his hair again. "Therefore, this is certainly not Mayfel."