Ford was impressed with the twirl but wasn't about to attempt something like that, himself. "Right, the heart," he said, bringing the stake to Baileigh's chest. "Not next to the heart or above the heart," he added as a joke, moving the stake.

He took a step closer leaning down allowing Baileigh to slip it around his neck. "Is the holy water in your pocket or are you just happy to see me," he asked - also joking. Maybe he was in a better mood.

Or at least a less serious one.