[That cavalier attitude surprises him, but how easily Wei Wuxian smooths past his worries is both impressive and... calming. Reassuring to know he hasn't imposed, or put this man in a situation he's reluctant to be in.

But — enjoying his company? That seems a little far. They haven't been speaking for long enough to form a judgment about him, good or bad, and all that truly bonds them is their newness and unfamiliarity. Yet he doesn't mind hearing it.]

Nothing... offensive. I don't want to upset them.

[Is that even possible? He doesn't know how sentient the ghost would be.]

Perhaps a simple task? Pouring some of the tea, or cutting the loaf of bread they gave us to share.