Beetlejuice listened to that preamble, his brows lofted high on his broad forehead. It was a shame that such a brilliant introduction was wasted on him. Pearls and swine and all.

There is a pause between the two beings before Beetlejuice speaks in a soft voice. "Death." Then he brays out a laugh and doubles over at the waist. A hand swings down to slap his knee as he heehaws at the very idea. "YOU? FABIO?"

And oh, to laugh. It feels so good! To have breath in his lungs and the blood rush to his cheeks. Something something endorphins.