The whole experience is more than a little bewildering, because there's so much to take in. Since when is he 'Lam-san'? Why is Tamaki suddenly throwing things around? More to the point, can ghosts cry, because Tamaki sure looks like he's crying.

"Settle down!" he says sharply as the scratching post bangs against the floor, stepping forward until he's as close to toe to toe with Tamaki as he risks getting. The possession was a one-time thing, and he's pretty sure he can't do it again unless Lambert was willing, but...

"You're not making any sense. What's dying?" He looks around at the cats with arched backs and puffed-out tails staying well away from the ghost, like he half expects to see one of the fuzzballs wobbling on its last legs ready to pass away.