As soon as Party's hand settles on his arm, he stops, glancing down at it and making an affronted tsk sound. That wasn't an invitation to touch, which Ghoul makes clear by letting go of the belt loop, pulling his arm away, and giving the back of Party's hand a stern smack.

Of course, he ends up grabbing that very same wrist moments later and continues dragging him along, so. Lesson possibly not learned. "You ain't gettin' a kiss. We're gonna park your drunk ass down over here." Here being one of the less populated sitting areas at the far end of the car. Ghoul flops down as soon as they're close enough. "And if anybody asks, I've been with you for the past half hour."