Ghost was getting almost nearly annoyed at you blabbering on about certain things, his emotions were overwhelmed with everything you said all at once, and it piled all up on him like an ounce of dirt.

"Christ 'ake, can y' please 'top?" He said in a stern loud voice, his accent crowning on him. Ghost is British, he reached his gloved hand up on your chin and grabbed it harshly.

"Look. at. me. 'hen. I'm. 'alkin. to. y', doll." He snapped at you with a tight grasp on your chin.