"Right?!" Finally, somebody gets it. The fact that the support came attached to an insult against his playing-pretend skills doesn't go unnoticed, but Ghould decides to focus on the positives, wriggling around all excited-like as he glances back at Party. Sort of. It's hard, okay, the angle is weird. "That's what I said! Who seriously thinks that's a solid idea, ever?" The witches, evidently.

Party's on to something there, too. Ghoul doesn't trust them worth a damn at the moment either. "Fuckin' creeps ain't concerned with us. They figure they already got us leashed, and they do. Katherine's still in their pocket." She has her reasons and her own interests to protect, which he knows, but he can't help sounding disappointed. With a huff, he rests his head back down on the bed. "So don't do nothin' stupid for a while. She'll throw your ass in the dungeon too."