The language comment gets Clara an entirely blank stare, a lifeless slate statue when its only recourse is taken away. He has worse language, he knows he does, but saying that to Clara is unacceptable. Thankfully, Ghost Girl decides to be a prat, so she gets a death glare boring holes into her skull. It stays perfectly focused in laser precision through her comment, slowly turning into more of a sneer until she finishes.

Yeah. To hell with that. Will himself immediately turns to the opposite side of the room. Beanbags are for asshole ghosts who keep getting on people's cases over pointless and unfounded fears. Be nice in front of Clara, that's rude, don't start executing immortal souls, that's also rude, but he's long since reached his limit of this topic and he's so very very good at keeping calm-

Up until the moment he gets pissed. A mental revolver is loaded and the sound of a chair being set on the ground is the same tone of a hammer being pulled back. A dead frostbite eases into only the vaguest intonation of words; aim, fire all rounds, "Oh, but there is an issue.

"Too bad you're not qualified to voice it. What a hypocrite. Ignoring any right to question your own bad choices, then targeting mine as a distraction? And what about that mental hangup of yours? 'I'm dead, I shouldn't make any attachments to the living'. Then you try pulling this half-assed concern on me over something that's not a problem. There's no way someone like you has the right to judge me when you're guilty of the same sins."

And the worst part is it's said all in a composed, reasonable, and above all dead delivery, sitting down afterward with an annoyed sigh. Like even saying it wasn't worth the effort. It even picks up the adjective 'tired' with the last dismissing wave of his hand. "But I'm sure she's got plenty of logical reasons for why I should ignore it. Maybe you can get her to give them, Clara. I've had no luck."

Empty the chamber, reload. Your move, Aradia.