Still leaning back on his elbows, Noah bites his bottom lip and just watches both of them looking like some sneaky cat more than a friendly ghost.

“Mm,” he sucks his lip a moment then releases it and shakes his head, “This booth is safe. Jes is safe. I’m safe. The drink was safe…since you’re with us,” he tips his head a little and chuckles, offering Jesper a faux innocent grin, “Oops. You’re in trouble now, too. Think he’ll spank us?”

But then he drums his fingers on the edge of the table top, “You’re just feeling everything Jespers feeling. That’s all.”

Short. Sweet. To the point.