[ He cringes slightly as he watches him avoid the table, staring up at the girl again with a small sigh. If she's anything like the women he's known (all... like three of them), this would've been a pretty typical reaction to being pissed even if she wasn't a cursed ghost. ]

Like I said. Don't worry about getting it right. Just trust your gut.

[ He goes to step out of the line of fire of a glass or a vase, whatever it was that just shattered on the ground, and then goes to grab his wrist. He wrinkles his nose at the glass that's stuck in it. ]

If you can just keep her calm enough to not throw things for a few minutes, I can get that out of you.