Contrary to the movement of the lamp, though, it was actually Ianto's shaving kit, right next to it, that the ghost chose to toss at them next. Although not as damaging as a decanter, the thing would pack a pretty good punch. Ianto hurriedly tugged Sulu away from the trajectory of the thing, pulling him closer to himself as he watched the bag crash into the wall, spilling its contents onto the floor beside them.

"He's right," Ianto said, deciding to help with the goading. The goal was to keep it angry at just Sulu, so that at least one of them would be relatively safe from it, but he could still egg it on. "I've already got people that I care for. People...people much more alive than you."

That's when the lamp was sent crashing in their direction, Ianto barely having enough time to propel them far enough away from the the trajectory of both the lamp base and the electric chord attached to it that whipped out in their direction obviously not of its own accord. The drawers to the dresser rattled ominously, shifting a little in their tracks. Well. Apparently this insulting thing was working, at least?