"I need no greetings," the Host returns, cold in tone and physicality. "Only stolen goods returned." There's no strain in his voice--moving physical objects as a spirit is unlike muscles of the living--but the book isn't being torn from Cameron's grip as easily as he could. He doesn't want to damage it more than it already has been, age and now oily mortal fingers taking its toll on the pages.

He doesn't want Noah to get in the way. Or to grab the spellbook himself. Yes, stay there, please, and the air picks up into the start of a whirlwind around the battle of the book.