"Of course I'm smart, but I can't steal what no one has!" Betelgeuse huffed, exasperated. "Lady, I ain't the worthless one around here! Go on, then. If you don't recognize talent, THAT'S YOUR PROBLEM. YOU WON'T FIND BETTER HERE OR ANYWHERE ELSE," he called after her, annoyed.

Betelgeuse glared, offended at being so wrongly dismissed, but the feeling passed rather quickly. He was used to be under-valued. The high muckity-mucks of the afterlife did it constantly, after all. Ah, well. On the other hand, she'd left the car behind! Betelgeuse grinned, removing his magic from it and restoring it to it's original state of luxury.

"Who the hell needs her, when I have you?"