Shutting me up for good...? Heh-ahaha! Don't count on it! We are not truly "dead," if you haven't yet noticed.

[He's turning on his heel now, prepared to leave, but he doesn't leave Beelzebub without a proper answer.]

I don't intend to stay here, nor do I intend to let mon guide rot away in this purgatory when he has work to do yet. You may not care to work together with me, but I urge you not to lessen our chances of escape by poisoning the well, as it were. Your rotten attitude is contagious.

[And with that, leaving more questions than answers, Lobelia strolls away while humming a cheerful tune. Au revoir!]