Ghoul doesn't even bother resisting the urge to roll his eyes. This child-faced motherfucker has the audacity to throw the kid card down? That's cute. He considers arguing or even insisting he's probably older than this guy- another wolf!!, some secondary part of his mind supplies helpfully. But that part can sit down and shut the fuck up because Ghoul is grouchy, tired, and in critical need of a shower to blast the recycled-air stink off himself.

Instead of correcting Party, he decides to roll with it this time. The stormy look on his face evens out in to something milder and he arches a brow. It's not a drastic shift in expression, but somehow, he manages to make it look unbearably patronizing. "Yeah? I'll give it a shot. 'Parently all I gotta do is clomp around with my head up my ass. Thanks, Red."

He raises a hand, shooting Party a two-fingered mock salute.