"I would, buddy, but you kinda got a deathgrip on my lovely locks." Ghoul doesn't need an explanation. He needs to get out of here with what little dignity and cojones he had left.

"Babe, no offense, but next time maybe warn a guy about your psycho exes. I just wanted a holiday kiss! It's Christmas, man, come on!"

If pleading doesn't work, fighting is plan B. Even though Ghoul really doesn't like his chances.