Tease him a bit.

”Yeah,” said Dago, carefully pulling Ivan’s hand away from his face, “It is a little, but it must be weirder for you.”

Ivan didn’t quite understand what Dago was talking about. He’d been immaterial for as long as he’d been dead, as far as he knew. The only sensations he’d felt were burning and the weird pulling feeling when he switched planes, so being a ghost wasn’t all that strange to him anymore.

“Being touched I mean,” Dago said, trailing his fingers across the back of Ivan’s neck.

Ivan shivered, “Well, y-yes, but I-I…,” he said, flustered.

Dago grinned; his assumption was correct. Ivan was a very sensitive now that he was having actual skin-on-skin contact. He was turning faintly pink again. Dago reached up and pulled off Ivan’s hat, tossing it into the broom closet. Ivan bit his lip nervously.

“But what?” Dago asked, moving his hand across the sides of Ivan’s neck and across his jaw.

“It’s… n-not exactly uhhhnpleasant,” Ivan managed to spit out.

Ivan looked like he might be shaking and like he might pass out from sensation. It was really amusing, but Dago thought he might need to sit down before his knees buckled.