He hovered near the ceiling, pouting. Because he knew she was right. These people could take infinitely better care of her than he could, and he knew it. 

"We'll...we'll just have to see," he finally said. He watched her crawl into bed, comfortable for the first time in years. He couldn't take that from her, not even for his own selfish gain. 

Beetlejuice sighed softly to himself. "If you need me, you know the magic words. I'm gonna go snoop some more."