"Sounds fun, can't lie, but, here's the thing:"

He paused long enough to glomp, smooch, and dispatch a demon in a fiery snap of his fingers before continuing.

"I heard about getting paid for doing things. And that we can request shite. I want a mirror so I can contact Lyds and make sure she's living her best gothy teen life. Dunno if I'll get it, but, I figure it'll be hella expensive, so I need all the dough I can get." Beetlejuice hummed, bouncing on his toes.

"SO, if there's even a chance that you getting yeeted into a luggage container costs me points, I'm gonna have to avoid that. Capiche?"