Beelzemon isn't sure what to make of that up-and-down look Dodger is giving him. He's used to being stared at, but there's something else there he can't interpret it. Beelzemon decides to dismiss it unless something about it draws his attention further.

Beelzemon lifts his arms up and knits his clawed hands together behind his head. "Nah, I don't. Not in the mood for sharin' a sad story and getting you sitting there like a stubborn mule in return."