He waves a dismissive hand in response to Johnny's correction. The book, the film, the house; they're entangled to such a degree that, as he understands it, it would be pointless to try and separate them. The power is there in all three, even if the house is its origin.

'But you never went to the house, did you? All you had was the book, and yet...'

But oh, does Johnny want to leave? Tch, a man might feel insulted. His eyebrows lift as he purses his lips, pulling his glasses down and wrinkling his nose as he settles them. He uncrosses his legs. 'Oh, I don't know; I think that's up to you. You know what'll happen, don't you, if we leave this room? There's all ~manner of nastiness in this house. Speaking of houses.'