Ghoul's head jerks up, surprise written all over his face from being caught red-handed. Or salt-handed. Semantics.

Why is it always the fucking cat.

He sneers once the initial panic wears off, lifting his hand away from the ruined circle and shooing Mogget with it. "I guess for my fuckin' self, since this ain't what I signed up for." He really ought to shut his mouth, probably.