Ghoul almost looks like he's melting for a second. He sort of sags awkwardly at the shoulders, purely in disappointment. No takers, no leads... he's never going to be rid of this thing. He'll end up having to keep it and then he'll fucking eat it when the full moon rolls around.

Gross.

The expression on his face twisted in to a look of distaste at some point during that gruesome train of thought, but he tries to smooth it back out before he speaks again. "Okay, okay. You didn't see anybody with it earlier either, right?"