Charles spoke in a relatively quiet tone, but Beetlejuice piped up loudly.
"Move out?! What do you mean move out?! I'll disappear!"
"It's just the cabin behind the house. You can have it all to yourself and-"
"And what? You put me out like I'm some kind of dog, Chuck? So you can forget about me? Like I'm some sort of problem?!"
"That's not what I said. You're putting words in my mouth!" Charles defended himself. He jumped as a giant centipede suddenly rushed across his foot. A glance around the house showed other creature appearing out of nowhere. A massive cockroach on the wall, a bat flitting in and out of the rafter, a rat scurrying under the stairs. "Beetlejuice, you stop this right this instant!"
"You're trying to get rid of me!" He accused.
"I am not. But you can't keep staying in Lydia's room. I just don't think that it's appropriate for-"
"Not appropriate?!" Beetlejuice looked like he'd been struck. "What are you trying to imply, Chuck? In case you've forgotten," The angry demon advanced on the man, making Charles back up towards the door. More insects and pests appeared, scurrying around the house. "I've raised Lydia a lot longer than you!"
He seemed to realize that he'd struck a nerve almost as soon as the words left his mouth. Charles's lip thinned, and he turned and stormed from the house. Beetlejuice looked a little shocked, maybe at himself, but straightened up. He refused to apologize; he was right, anyway.