It's easy, actually, just standing here. There's nothing compelling him to say something. It's probably the heavy atmosphere of the feast, but it doesn't feel quite as heavy right at this moment. A little easier to bear, anyway.

"Jacob. And don't worry. We did have a apparition in a bathtub to contend with. Formalities can slip a bit." He says, own head turning just slightly, to meet Anduin's gaze and offer him a gentle grin- a tug at the corner of Jacob's mouth. This probably isn't the time for smiling.

"Seems like there's a lot of talk about ghosts since we got here." He adds thoughtfully, bringing his drink to his lips.