"What, you mean my gruff, hard demeanor that even has small insects quaking in their nonexistent boots didn't give off a 'hunter' vibe?" Roddy grinned, well aware that he didn't seem the least bit like a hunter. Not that he wanted to, anyway.

A tour? "Are you sure you want a tour? We have this creepy judgmental ghost that will just sit and glare. You can't really see his eyes, just blobs, but you can still tell he's glaring. And I'm not sure everyone here will be as friendly as me, but..." Roddy shrugged. "Sure, if you want a tour, I can give you one."

Fortunately for Ghoul, Roddy was not going to do anything important, so he didn't mind being derailed.