The shot leaves Beelzemon's ears ringing. Shit, he's forgotten how loud the Berenjena can be, shooting off shells that are humongous in nature. He's almost impressed this dumb human was able to fire it at all. Not enough that he'll let him keep it, of course. He quickly snatches the gun away and sticks it back into the leg holster.

He tsks and shakes his head at all the cursing. "Wonder what your mother would say if she could hear you talkin' like that right now." Really, he's starting to get a headache himself, a dull throbbing that starts at his temples. He tries to ignore it for the moment. "Don't suppose you feel like talkin' now, do ya?"