André-Jozef raised his eyebrows again, but inclined his head. "Since you asked so nicely," he said dryly. "Though I'd say he deserves what I'll give him." He peeled himself away from the wall, launching himself at James' ghost. He'd been a soldier before he died, and just because he couldn't hurt the living, didn't mean he couldn't hurt his fellow shades.
Mary's eyes widened, and she found herself afraid for her first husband, regardless of the fact that he was beyond the point of dying.