"Sure!" Beetlejuice shrugged and helped himself to another bite. He never broke eye-contact. As though suddenly remembering the mention of something being on his face, the ex-ghoul dabs at his lips with the end of his tie before letting it fall against his shirt.

"Dead. Dead as a doornail. So this? A step up. Be thankful. Smell that?" He sucked in a deep breath of smoggy city air. "You don't get that in the Netherworld."