Macnair chuckled, but for one heart-pounding moment Ford wasn't sure if he was laughing in general or laughing at Ford. Had he seen through... whatever that was that Ford had just tried to put on? Of course he had, and now he was going to call him out on it and say something cruel and tell him to go away, and Ford would be too mortified to show his face in the club again for weeks.

Only he didn't. He did just the opposite, declaring that he liked him. Ford's face broke out in a too-wide grin, and he let himself relax just a tiny bit. Macnair's question caused a faint buzz of worry in the back of his mind, but mostly he was still riding the high of being told point-blank that this man liked him, so he decided to answer.

"Yeah, you caught me," he said, with a sheepish look to his eyes which contrasted a bit with his still too-wide smile. "I like ghosts."