The way his ugh sound comes out says it all; he's not great at trying to be good. "I'll see what I can do, I guess."

There's something sulky about the way he reaches up and pushes a button on the remote, putting on a movie he's seen at least a thousand times already. It's just quiet background noise, some horror-comedy that he likes and doesn't have to think too hard about, although he's not even paying attention as it plays. He's quiet and spacey, chewing harshly at a chapped bit of skin on his bottom lip while he thinks.

He does a bit of squirming and drags his arm in again a bit later, pulling more blanket towards himself so he can crush the bundle of it against his chest. Party's arm is tangled up in there somewhere too, but that's his own personal problem, not Ghoul's. "You think they're gonna try to bind her sometime too? Like a familiar? Can they do that?" It'd be smart, if it were possible... Probably what he'd do, if he were Samantha.