"Yeah... yeah, I guess you're right."

When she starts for the kitchen, he goes after her, not sure what else to do. Would it hurt to have a weapon nearby? Would it even be able to harm ghosts with it? He didn't know.

"You sure that's a wise idea Casey? You might hurt somebody with that thing. Most likely yourself."

A small smile appears on his lips at that, but is soon gone.

"Care to make me a sandwich? I wouldn't mind eating something and I imagine the same holds true for you."

Waiting for a knife to be plunged into his chest, he looks at Casey, with some sort of humor that in mostly innapropriate for situatin like this.