Beetlejuice, having been given this slightest attention, was now in other fellow's space, like an overly excited Labrador puppy. His hair shifted to a slightly a brighter shade of green in his enthusiasm at being acknowledged. His voice sounded like a combination of cigarettes for breakfast mixed with sandpaper and razorblades chasers. Despite that, he was, genuinely cheerful.

"OH you know just totally normal, living guy-who-has-just-been kidnapped kinda things. It's been very...traumatic?" He said this as more of a question, watching his new conversation partner for approval, with a sickening head-tilt that most certainly would not have been possible for a 'normal living guy'.

"Traumatic." The demon went on ahead, oblivious to his failure at selling his ruse. "OH, woe is us, right?"