His jaw actually drops. Damn. If there was ever a company to get lucky on, it's that one right there.

As if sensing it's being talking about, the phone in his pocket dings loudly. He scurries to fish it out, revealing that it is, indeed, one made by the very same company Cooper had the good sense to put his money in. Ghoul's fully aware of the coincidence and makes sure to shoot him a warning glance while pointing accusingly at him, phone in hand. "Don't you say shit," is what he manages to bite out before quickly checking his texts.

And then he sighs. "Got some people to meet. Listen, you've probably been around long enough to notice patterns and all that Beautiful Mind stuff. You ever see another solid investment come up, you better tip me off. Or else I'm gonna be throwin' a whole lot more of your drinks on the ground."

Yeah, he doesn't threaten to blackmail him or eat the people Cooper loves. No, Ghoul chooses to threaten him with spilled drinks. The horror.