He watches the screw twirl away from her finger, breathing out a slow sigh. She's made a difficult demand... Ghoul replies with a hum, bringing a hand up and shoving his fist against his mouth. Doing so provides the benefits of propping his head up and blocking off any words he might want to say loud-and-angrily.

When he finally looks back up at her face, his expression is one of outright confusion, and maybe a dash of suspicion. This isn't exactly how he thought this discussion would go. What kind of scene is she setting up here?

"Yes...?" His answer is slightly garbled, muffled by the curl of his fingers. "Kinda figured it was bullshit. Some bunk story meant to cause a fight."