She was uncomfortable. Her body language spoke miles of it even before she gazed at Crow, and the way she stared at his chain for a moment... A glint of amusement perhaps even enjoyment crossed the man's pitch-black eyes. She was scared? Good. She should be.

Not scared enough to give him a direct reply, much to Crow's chagrin, but that could be arranged if push came to shove. For now, though, the man simply stared at her from above, quite literally glaring through her soul. Another pause in the conversation - more to think than for effect, though the intention didn't affect the results at all - and slowly, a grin appeared on Crow's angular face. The unfriendly kind of grin one would see on a wolf, or perhaps more accurately a haunting ghost. He tapped his chest.

"I am a Gatekeeper. One of many." Came the reply in a quiet whisper that carried strength, clear enough to be heard next to a disco's speakers. Unnatural for certain. "You are in my house. Which is not a mansion." He chuckled to himself, and something chuckled along - and if the girl's senses were sharp enough she'd be able to pick up on it. After all, around Crow the barrier between worlds weakened, and if she'd been able to contact a ghost she might be able to hear the geist... unpleasant though that may be. Whether she heard or not, though, a moment later all amusement had drained from his face, back to staring at the girl intensely.

"You did something. Got possessed. Had to clean up the mess. [i]What did you do.[/i]" The man almost hissed, eyes narrowing. A deep breath, hostility mostly gone from his glare afterwards. "You're in over your head, girl. Speaking won't cost you. Silence will."

Next to him, bound together with the chain that seemed to vanish on Crow's shoulder, the gheist chuckled. Its voice muffled by the burlap sac covering the head of a vaguely humanoid figure wrapped in chains, even taller than Crow's tall figure, limbs stretched beyond human limits, floating a few inches in the air and dripping blood and bile that vanished before hitting the floor; the geist was clearly not anything of this world.