Mary smothered a snort and said, "He's dead, love. I'm fairly certain he can't drink it anyway. Go have your drink."
"Though I would like to know," she went on, "what brought you to our house in the first place. Or why you're even around, really. I came back, but that was different, it was closer to a resurrection than a haunting."
André-Jozef shrugged. "I have no idea," he sighed. "One minute I had no consciousness. The next, I was in your kitchen. It was quite the shock for me too."