I tend to be pretty comfortable in a state of utmost confidence, yeah.

[He is the Worst times infinity, and not even ashamed of it. He thinks he's got the rhythm of this down, and will rest (un)pleasantly in a bed of superiority, because that's what happens when you're arrogant enough to think you're a god in your own reality and nothing you do on purpose is wrong.]

We got in with a spell. Lots of places people shouldn't get into can be gotten into with a spell. That could have happened to them just as easily. [But okay fine. Maybe she's got a point. Will he admit it? No. Will he relent just a bit... Kind of.]

We don't have bodies, but we definitely have ghosts. Have you been down that one hallway?