Man and Supernatural.

"Sure you do." They always do. Why was it that he seemed to be the only ghost in town to be disturbed about being a ghost. Perhaps that was an exaggeration but it certainly felt like most days. Moving around his desk, he walked through his chair armrests to take a seat on the chair without using anymore energy to generally pull it out and do the live person thing.

"True but it's not like I need to worry about be attacked now does it. Besides, you may not be aware but I can enter the dreams of anyone asleep. It's certainly a handy way to get the information I need. You may be able to lie and cheat in person but you can't in your dreams." Jack smirked as he rested his hands out onto his desk as he studied the younger looking male, already trying to determine his character.

"Ah. Classic cheating partner job." It tended to be his highest type of job he took. Part of him was getting bored of it but at the same time, a job was a job. "And what has caused you to suspect they are cheating? Found another man's pair of tighty whiteys under your bed? Your guy coming home with a different smell of aftershave on him?"

The fae's attention was brought back to the present when the other began talking again. Eron listened and let out a hum. He had forgotten about ghosts ability to enter dreams. "You definitely are right about that. Wouldn't necessarily think I needed to be on my guard in my dreams. Hell, I don't think I could be on my guard." Eron admitted with a chuckle and a shake of his head.

Eron's mouth just about fell open at the other man's assumption. "Hello, have you seen me? You think someone would cheat on this?" Eron asked with a snort as he gestured to his body. "My friend has a new boyfriend who he is convinced has been loyal to him. Despite the fact that everything says otherwise. However, the boyfriend will merely act like normal if he spots me trying to dig up some dirt on him. But...If a certain someone did the digging in my place? He would have no reason to be on his guard."

The way the other was looking at him certainly didn't help Finley's nerves as he kept his gaze towards the counter as if he was still looking at the items and not scared of the tough looking shop worker. The question though did make him look up into the man's eyes for a second before looking away in thought. "Oh...well...I dunno. Doesn't it work on...like...everybody?" He would have assumed being sprayed with something in the eye would be affective against anyone but this guy certainly spoke confidently. So perhaps not.

Following after the man, he looked around the store to the other customers, many seeming rather confident in what they were here for and doing. Stopping at the tasers, Finley looked them over and was overwhelmed by the choice of selection. "Handcrafted?" He turned his head to quickly look at Will as he said that, though his nerves got the better of him and he looked back to the tasers again, deciding to give his hands something to do and pick one up once the case was open. "How much are they? I'm...kinda on a budget at the minute till I can get a job and I assume I can't pay in...instalments?"

Will couldn't help but to smirk pridefully. "Call to Arms is a shop and I'm a weaponsmith. Most of the weapons here are handcrafted by me. Have been training to be a gunsmith as well." Will was not the most talkative person. But his shop? Was something Will was insanely proud of considering he's worked his ass off to build it and the reputation. "Tasers aren't to expensive since the guy who produces them gives me a fair price. Most of them are around the 30 to 40 dollar price range with a few higher quality ones. Most people come here for the more dramatic weapons, so that's where I get most of my profits." Will said with a snort. "And I do offer installments for those that live in the town. Just so that way I know where to go to if someone isn't making payments." Will may be a human, but he was not afraid to get one of his merchandise and make a house visit.

Finley had certainly travelled to quite a few places since he decided to travel the world before coming to the town were he was supposedly from. Many of the places he visited were dangerous of course, but he didn't feel the need to carry any protection on him since he never tended to venture out at night. The nightlife wasn't the Irishman's thing.

Yet, being in this town, he felt that it was best he grabbed something to be able to defend himself with if he needed. The amount of ghosts he had seen since arriving in town was astronomical compared to anywhere else. Fair, he hadn't spoke to them but surely with this amount of dead, this town must be dangerous. So that was how the human found himself in Call to Arms. Did he really want to carry a gun however? He had never fired one before and the thought of doing so made him stomach queasy. Maybe a taser?

The voice startled his thoughts and attention as he looked up to the staff member. "Oh. I...umm...I was just looking is all. For some sort of protection..." He chewed the inside of his lower lip as he looked back down to the counter sheepishly. "Maybe like...a taser or pepper spray or something."

The human fixed the other with a dead stare. "Do you think pepper spray is going to work on over half of the town people here?" Will didn't mean for his voice to sound as cold as it did. His voice was just naturally...Stoic. "Taser would probably be your best bet. Have a few over here." Will guided the other away from the more dated weapons and towards the more modern ones.

"The tasers aren't handcrafted by me, obviously, but I can assure you that their quality is up to the standards of my own weapon. My supplier hasn't let me down on a single one yet. I would suggest the hire voltage ones if you're looking to keep some of the more...nefarious people in town at bay." Will suggested as he stopped at the shelf that had the tasers. Pulling out his key to open the case.

When the knock on his office door had happened, Jack had assumed that he was going to be having a new client. What he got though was this. "You really came all the way to my office just to ask that?" The clear look of frustration was evident on the PI's face as he hovered over by his desk, arms folded across his chest.

"It's not exactly a pain but it's not exactly fun either." He rolled his eyes as he moved to close over the door to his office that the other had left open. Having been dead for the good part of a couple of decades, he had learned a thing or two of what it was he could do. "I can't exactly interact with most things and when I can, it takes a lot of energy. I don't need to sleep or eat but...well, you still miss those kind of stuff."

Jack sighed as he moved closer to the fae. "Now, did you actually need my help with something or couldn't you just go bother one of the many other ghosts in town."

The Fae tilted his head as he heard the other man's reply. "Well...Wouldn't that make your job a little hard to do?" Eron asked curiously. "Although I guess you don't have to worry about disturbing the crime scene or anything." Eron said with a shake of his head and a chuckle as he looked at the other.

"But yes! I did have an actual need to come here other than my important question, mind you." Eron says with a shake of his head. "I want you to trail someone I suspect is cheating."