Wait a minute. Did she say Demon? Really, he shouldn't be surprised, and maybe he isn't. He's seen a lot of weird shit, okay? Demons being a real thing, that's not such a stretch. It's just initially a surprising thing. Really, his mind wraps itself around that pretty quickly, accepts it as truth.

In any case, he's got more (ahem) pressing matters to consider in the moment. So pressing that he almost misses her question. "I live in Louisiana, the place is full of ghosts." At least, that's part of the mythology and folklore of the place. Ghosts on every corner in every building. Alcide can't say for sure if he's ever run into a ghost. He's had some pretty odd, unexplained experiences though.

His eyes slowly open, brown in the moment, but he can almost feel them turning golden, like his wolf's eyes. They aren't turning gold, of course. But that doesn't mean he doesn't think they are.

He looks at Buffy, head slowly canting back in the right position as a low rumbling growl continues to escape him at every exhale, almost like a dangerous purr. Then his large hands are on her shoulders and he's got her pinned against a wall. He's kissing her almost ravenously, with such fervor that he can't imagine why this could be wrong. It feels right. Everything about this feels right in the moment. It doesn't matter where they are or who might see. He doesn't give a shit.

"I want you, Casper." He hisses against her lips, already reaching for the zipper of her jumpsuit to pull me down. "Wanna see you in white."