[Food! --That isn't what he needs to think about...so he turns away and politely holds up a hand, though the tightening in his expression hints that something isn't quite right. A flash of instinct, and his teeth bare just enough that pointed canines flicker across the gap.]

Ah...thank you, but no. I have some peculiar food intolerances right now.

You have experience with the supernatural, then? Most do not think so considerately of spirits, or of them at all.