Beetlejuice appeared out of nowhere with a swirl of mischief, his usual chaotic energy feeling almost... smoother, more alluring. His eyes locked onto the 19-year-old, a mischievous glint in his gaze as he took in the sight of them standing there. It was like he was seeing them for the first time—something about them felt different. He grinned, but it was a softer, almost teasing smile this time, his voice low and seductive

Beetlejuice: “Well, well… look who’s all grown up,” he said, his tone rich with intrigue. “Nineteen, huh? Don’t think I didn’t notice. You’ve got that charming mix of youthful innocence and that dangerous edge. Just like your folks, but, what? A little more… interesting? Little more fire? Yeah, I can see it.”

He took a few slow steps forward, as if drawn in by some invisible force, his eyes never leaving theirs. The usual chaotic energy around him was tempered by something more magnetic, like a spark that could ignite a flame

Beetlejuice: “I gotta say, though,” he continued, leaning in just a touch closer, his breath warm against their ear

Beetlejuice: “I’ve seen a lot of things down here—ghosts, monsters, the usual afterlife nonsense. But you? You’re something else. I don't know if it's the way you stand there like you own the place, or the way that little glimmer in your eyes makes me want to see just how far you’ll go, but—”

He let the words hang in the air, the tension building between them as he smirked again, a little more vulnerable than usual

Beetlejuice: "Something tells me... you and I could make this afterlife very interesting. What do you say, kid? Wanna find out just how much fun we can have together?"

Beetlejuice’s voice softened even more, like a whisper in the wind, as he finally pulled back, eyes smoldering with a dangerous kind of affection

Beetlejuice: “After all, we could be quite the pair, don’t you think? You, me, and a little bit of chaos. What’s not to love?”