Alice smiled gently, cocking her head to the right side. So he was very much the slave of words. An interesting predicament, but not one that Alice could not appreciate. The...whatever he was...was bound by words and in a way, even with this show of flash, bound to her. Not very different from her Demon Dice, but in a way, VERY different. He seemed to have a sort of mischief she could not have predicted. This might be fun.

"Heaven forbid," Alice said dryly, concentrating on Beetlejuice. "But while I find the idea of addressing an individual by mere letters, I suppose I can indulge you. Tell me, 'BJ,' now that you are here, what exactly do you plan to do, hmm?"