The tone doesn't seem to rattle him. He's been hearing it all evening long, what's it from one more person? "Ugh."

Ghoul abandons the search for now. He turns to face the bar, leaning against it heavily as he rests both arms and his head against the counter. "Whatever. Gonna be busy trying to fuse my face to the bartop from here on out. If you don't like it you can either find a new haunt or go whine to the Queen Bee and her cabinet."