Jason grinned at her. "Just making sure since you brought it up." He said. Sticking his tongue out at her. "I trust you too Melinda. More than anything or anyone." He wasn't lying. He was lucky to have such a beautiful wife. She would keep him in line too. He needed her and she needed him. They were the perfect pair. He hoped if he ever saw ghosts she would help him deal with how odd and scary that was going to be. It would happen if the she ghost had her way. "Yes. Actually I would. I would take on the burly guard to free my beautiful wife if the plan fails. Along with anyone else who tries to prevent my saving of you." He said with a dashing grin. Laughing a bit and wrapped his arms around her. He laughed a bit. "Only I am allowed to see Melinda sexiness." He countered. Nibbling on her neck again. "Mmm...vanilla." He said playfully. Laughing a moment later like it was a joke between them. Somewhat it was. He always told her she smelled like vanilla.<br/><br/>He smiled a bit. "Why whatever do you mean?" He asked with an adorable grin. Getting a naughty image in his mind. "Mmmmm..." He said as if imagining something very, very sexy. he was...her. Damn. She was talking about food. His mind went in the totally other direction. He smirked. "I dunno...you might've gotten a taste for giantly oversized fish food." He teased. "Pasta sounds good. I want shrimp and angel hair. Though I'm certain none of the food will taste as yummy as your cooking." He said with a smile. He felt something touch him and shivered. Equating it to the fact he was half naked in wet swim trunks...in air conditioning. He felt the overwhelming urge to move in a certain direction. He moved to the seat without even realizing it wasn't where he wanted to go. Pulling out the seat across from it for Melinda. Then sat down in the seat that the ghost wanted him to sit in. Unknowingly playing right into the ghosts hands. Hopefully even if the ghost made him see ghosts she would at least give him his wedding night unhindered.