"Interesting hair, is that all I'm getting? At that rate, that could be anyone. Not that I have a problem scaring all of them in that tent. If this girl is as difficult as you make her sound, she should be easy enough to find." He linked his hands together, placing them under his chin as his elbows rested on his knees. "So should her 'companion'. But there's just one thing that's got me stumped, babes; fighting them."

A frail, seemingly aged scroll appeared in the ghosts hand as he leaned back into his chair. It unraveled almost immediately, proving itself to hold important value when displayed before Alice's face. "Take a good look, 'cause no where in my contract does it say anything about fighting nobody. Not unless I feel I like it."

The document vanished as quickly as it had appeared, ensuring that the girl would fail to read to much of its content. It broke apart, turning into a number of moths that flew off as Betelgeuse rose to his feet. The chair he had been sitting also vanished, crumbling to pieces before disappearing completely. "I'll be the one making those kind of decisions, sweetheart. Now if that's all there is... It's showtime!"