Charlie didn't stiffen when the hug came. He might have returned it just a little, not wanting to force himself or his comfort on her. He just stepped back and took the bottle before motioning for her to make her way into the kitchen. The island there really was his favorite place to eat. Even if it was often where he had meals with Ted when they weren't entertaining.
"How is the ghost hunting business? Your bar?" He knew who Eric Northman was even if he couldn't completely accept what Eric Northman was. He also didn't see the point in saying one thing or another was real; there were many things he did not know or understand, but that did not make them less real.
"I wonder if there is a world in which cops investigate murdered ghosts. Where you would be considered a murderer." He wasn't trying to push buttons; he was simply thinking. "You send them on their way, or is that another type of ghost hunter? I saw one once, when I first considered having a tv, the people were always trying to talk to the ghost. Are ghosts chatty?"