If it was a necktie that tightened any time he said something stupid, he'd be dead in less than ten minutes. Tempting. Well, no, she didn't want him dead, just thoroughly inconvenienced.

"Just how would one haunt a trouser button?" She was thoroughly amused by that prospect. Surely there had to be some creative jinx. One that would be hard to identify. He'd figure out itching powder or something of the sort rather easily, mostly because he was a bit of a jokester himself, less because of any actual cleverness on his end.