Tony's given up trying to make sense of things a long time ago. Perhaps that's why, as another specter looms nearer he just watches impassively until it decides to move away again. Or just wafts, they really don't appear to have much in the way of will, as far as he can tell.

Well he'd really like something that could put up a good fight, that'd let him blow off some steam, but since the ghosts aren't really a threat, and Jacob's just mouthy he can't come up with any reason to try to punch either of them. Which is really disappointing, he'll have you know.

His gaze shifts back to Jacob, expression still distinctly disinterested and bored. "Yeah? What d'you want?"