At the racuous laughter, a few more of the patrons in the cafe turned in their seats to look over at the two of them, only to look away politely when met by Matt's smouldering glare. He'd been a fairly hardcore smoker for close to five years and was completely addicted, and to have cigarette smoke blown into his face when he was this stressed was about as close as one could get to sending his normally level temper off the edge.

Still, this man said he knew a way out. As tempted as he was to deal the other a punch, he instead satisfied himself with rolling his eyes behind his goggles and giving a snort. Besides, the transformation and teleportation abilities meant this man was probably more than powerful enough to shrug off a blow. Silently thanking the heavens that he'd had his gloves on when he died, Matt gingerly lifted the hand thrown about his shoulder and shoved it off, trying not to wrinkle his nose in distaste.

The invasion of personal space, the teasing, the kiss, the smoke. It was all probably just in order to rile him up, and, since he knew it, he wouldn't fall for it. Hopefully.

"Yeah, yeah, we all know how good a smoke tastes." Subtly inching his chair away marginally, he faced the ghost, propping up his head on the table and trying to keep a neutral expression. "But I'm not really interested in that. I told you what I can offer. Now, how do you propose getting out of here?"