Brow arched as he leaned back in his seat,  his own finger tips touching each other as he examined the ghostly apparition before him. Lips curled into a crooked smile. “Well?” His voice was quizzical as he awaited some sort of answer as a strange gleam of amusement danced in his blue eyes. “If you were planning on haunting me, I’m afraid you’re too late.” The smile turned into a snarl. “My own past has beat you to it. Perhaps it would be more productive to pick a number and wait in a queue.”