He watched her as she acted in what he would see as a normal matter. Well so long as you would put in sitting in a room with a man who for the most part dressed up like a woman in order to see the torment of others to be normal. Hell, he wasn't limited to just that as he would figure out other ways. But in the end it was merely of his own sick pleasure of people shutting down and dying on the inside. Their fear was so fun. Of course...there was the occasional one who would be all ready for it either way. He'd have to dissuade those types in a different way. He watched the ghost woman carefully as she spoke. Her regal and means seeming to be something set by her own standards maybe? He truly didn't know. Not that it matter. He dropped the files on the desk before unbuttoning his shirt a bit and leaned forward, his hands sliding on the table as he pulled his entire self on it. His eyes looking at her as his hair fell down more over his back and shoulders, hanging mid air, even some of it touching the table from it's length. He bit down on his lower lip as he moved towards her closer. Keeping eye contact as he breathed slightly heavily. Though moved to change his voice back to his more female sounding form. “Would you rather me as a woman or,” moving to return his voice back to man he came as close as he could to her without forcing her to do anything. “A man?” It must have seemed odd though he was aware of all the make up he put on that he didn't really take off. He had natural long eye lashes, but that didn't help out either. And he would compose himself in more female like stances but that didn't just make him that way. He swayed his hips lightly side to side as he moved closer to her. “I'm sure the museum will be Q-U-I-T-E T-H-E T-R-I-P” He whispered the ending lightly into her ear, his hair possibly brushing up against her arm if it was still where it was originally. He had moved around the cups, but he didn't care to much about dropping them so long as they fell down away from his house guest. [@GarlandDaHero]