Ghoul all but flings himself down in to the chair, and of course, he makes no attempt to sit like the adult he's supposed to be. What he does is more like sprawling- leaning heavily to one side, resting most of his weight against the arm of the chair while his legs just stretch wherever the hell they want. It doesn't even look comfortable, but it doesn't seem to bother Ghoul in the least.

"Killing a witch, no matter the provocation, is punishable by death." Number seven, motherfucker. He's got the thing memorized. "I wanna know what it's gonna take to delete it." That's not the technical term for it, but that's the gist of what he wants. It probably sounds like a joke, but he is in fact very serious. He even pins Cooper with a steely stare to show just how Very Serious he is about this.

The effect is ruined by a few rapid blinks and some slight eye-squinting, though. He's been trying to breathe as little as possible while inside the office, which is kind of distressing since breathing is pretty important for werewolves. The smell is overpowering in an enclosed space like this, and it seems for a moment that he's about to lose it- there's some sniffling and his nose wrinkles up, but he rubs a hand over it and all is well again.

See, it's fine. Total control.