[He's going to let that first comment mostly pass; he knows that he's been basically the human equivalent of a bred-and-raised service dog in some respects, although the romanticist streak has meant a good bit of familiarity with the ideas anyway...] Saw it a few years ago, in a hotel... it's not an alien concept.

"...with music loud and long I would build that dome in air, that sunny dome! those caves of ice! And all who heard should see them there, And all should cry, Beware! Beware! His flashing eyes, his floating hair! Weave a circle round him thrice, And close your eyes with holy dread, For he on honey-dew hath fed And drunk the milk of Paradise."

I think she's already been meddling - although I'm still not sure if the outcome of that whole mess with people ending up in the wrong bodies helped or harmed affairs. You can't tell me Shiki ending up in my body wasn't some sort of intentional calculation on her part.