Ghosts' gloved finger twirled around one of your locks, tugging your head back towards him by the hair. "Be good." He ushered out in a command, vividly remembering how bad it ended the last time you took off on a mission.

"Or I'm gonna haveta' show you your place, love." He muttered, letting go of your hair and letting his hand fall to his side. "Don't let me catch you acting up." He breathed out in a mutter under his breath, walking past.