( His breathing and heart rate steady a bit, looking down at his companion. He hadn't really considered the ghosts might be real, and flirting with them sounds like exactly what he was going to do. The barista notion feels a little funny, though.

He takes a tentative step forward as he speaks, because bravery is sexy. )

Ah, but there's something alluring about someone on the clock ... tending to duty, and all.

( A wistful sort of sigh, starting a pace down the hall with its cheesy cobwebs and spiders. He's a bit confused about ghosts not being able to tell him to fuck off when they're kind of popping out of walls like that, but she's likely been here longer than him and would know what she's talking about. )

I trust you're not working, then? People off the clock are just as se—

( Then he jumps again at a fake spider falling down on his head, where it lands on the floor unceremoniously. )