The Heartwood all we can do is try.

“Ghosts?” he repeated, pondering the word and wondering if he did believe in them. He had never given the paranormal much thought. His own mother and grandparents had never really talked much about such things. “I suppose I don’t know one way or another,” Viggo decided. “Are you going to try and prove that they are real?” he asked, tilting his head to one side. Depending on how the night went, Viggo might very well be convinced that they did exist by the end of it.

He hadn't even noticed the "Mr. Sparkly Eyes" part of her comment, if only because he was too busy thinking of all the things he could do once they were sneaking off into the night. Sure, he was bound to Ouroboros Spine, but Viggo had yet to swear himself to anybody in that sense. He had every right in the world to look around and attempt to woo any lady he fancied. And he wholeheartedly intended to do just that.