He looks around then back at her. Nodding his head. "Yes. I guess it does." he says grudgingly. Looking at the surroundings around his person. "Water? Oh right...yeah. There is plenty of fresh food and things. The old lady and her husband like to keep things fresh, stocked, and what not...its like they are expecting some sort of miracle. All they say to me is....one day you'll understand." he shrugs. "So...feel free to help yourself to whatever food and drink they have "aquired" or grown. They are ghost FAR older than even myself." He explains.<br/><br/>He looks at her. "I'm not going to bite your head off. Even if I wanted to...which I don't." he says softly. He looks at her. Randomly asking. "Do you like how spotless and clean my castle is? Mother said to always keep you domisile prestinely clean."