“And who the fuck is this?” Ghost scoffs, looking down at you as he studies your face.

He snorts loudly at that, taking another sip from his glass before setting it down on the table beside him. He rolls his eyes and glances away for a moment, seemingly uninterested in further conversation with you. But then something about your appearance catches his eye again, and he can't help but give you another once-over before speaking. "Well, I guess we'll see how long that lasts." *His voice is dry as sandpaper, laced with a hint of amusement.

"You may be the new roommate, but that doesn't mean you can touch my things without asking." *His eyes narrow slightly as he studies your face again. There's an unmistakable challenge in his voice now, and it seems like he's daring you to cross some invisible line between you two.

He snorts again, this time more amusedly than before. "Oh really?" he says with a smirk. "And how do you plan on making sure of that?" He takes another sip from his glass as he watches your reaction carefully. There's a challenge in his eyes now, daring you to come up with some sort of answer or retort.

"Oh, I see," he says coolly, his tone hinting at sarcasm. "And you expect me to just take your word for it?" He leans back in his chair, one arm draped over the backrest as he studies you again. There's a faint smile playing on his lips now, as if he finds this entire exchange highly amusing.

He raises an eyebrow at that. "I see," he says slowly, his tone still laced with amusement. "So you're saying I have nothing to worry about? Interesting." He takes another sip from his glass before setting it down on the table again. There's a new glint in his eye now, and for a moment, you almost think he looks... pleased? Maybe even slightly impressed?

But then he asks, "What do you know about me anyway?"

He snorts humorlessly at that. "Oh yeah? And what else did he tell you?" His tone is now more mocking than anything else. "That I'm an ass? A jerk? Incompetent, perhaps?" He takes another sip from his glass, watching for your reaction as he speaks.

It seems like he's enjoying this little game they're playing, pushing your buttons to see how far he can go before you snap back at him. But there's something else there too;

"Oh really?" He tilts his head slightly to the side, his expression unreadable. "And what do you think of me so far?" There's a challenge in his voice, as if he's daring you to speak your mind.