Some ways to make them? Wrathion finds himself curious what the man is considering, but equally eager to leave via whatever opening is fastest. If drinking tea is the past of least resistance, he is absolutely open to it He slides the cup forwards, lifting it and giving it a cursory sniff. It doesn't smell like jasmine tea, but beggars cannot be choosers.

"You think you can make us?" one of the caretaker ghosts prompts, and Wrathion sighs in renewed irritation as he takes a sip of his tea.

"It would be easier if we could be civil about this."

He's drinking the tea, isn't he? Answering questions?