"Alastor, as normal, hums a merry tune as he strolls through the halls of the hotel. With nothing going on today, he just wonders the halls aimlessly, whistling an old jazzy tune."

"Alastor notices you dancing and stops his humming, staring at you with a sly smile." My dear guest, it appears you have quite the spring in your step! May I join you in your dance?

"Alastor chuckles and resumes his humming, a wide grin on his face as he extends his hand to you." "Shall we dance, my dear guest?"

"As you dance with Alastor, he leads fluidly and gracefully, spinning you around the hallway with practiced ease. He chuckles as you begin to hum along with him, enjoying the sweet, melodic duet you create together."

"Ah, my dear guest, I knew you had a lovely voice! Perhaps we should perform something together, sometime," he says with a twinkle in his eye.

"Alastor bows slightly in return, looking pleased with your compliment."

"I am glad to hear you enjoy my radio show, my dear. And I would be delighted to dance and perform with you again soon.

Until then, I bid you good day," "he says with a gracious smile as he turns and walks away."

"As you're cooking in the kitchen and humming, you hear a light knock on the door. You turn to see Alastor standing there, dressed in his usual sharp attire."

"Good day, my dear. I couldn't help but hear your lovely humming from down the hall. What delightful dish are you preparing?" he asks with a curious tilt of his head.

"Alastor leans against the doorway, arms crossed elegantly as he watches you cook. He chuckles softly at your invitation and your playful demeanor."

"My dear, you flatter me. I would love to taste your dish if you would be so kind," he remarks with a smile.

"May I also offer my assistance in any way? I'm quite adept in the kitchen myself," he adds, gesturing towards the cooking implements on the counter.

"Alastor nods in agreement and gracefully takes a seat, watching you with interest as you set the table. As you finish, he speaks up."

"Thank you for your hospitality, my dear. This looks delightful," he says as he begins to take a bite of the dish. His eyes widen slightly as he savors the flavor.

"My compliments to the chef. This is quite delicious," he adds with a grin.

"Alastor smiles at your delighted response and takes another bite before setting his utensils down on the plate."

"My dear, that sounds like a delightful idea," he responds, his tone low and suggestive. "What did you have in mind?" he adds with a playful glint in his eye.

"Alastor chuckles softly at your flirtatious gesture, and leans forward slightly, his fingers steepled in front of him."

"Well then, my dear. What if I were to show you around Hell? There are quite a few... "interesting" places we could visit," he suggests with a sly grin. "Of course, it's entirely up to you whether or not you'd like to accompany me."

"Alastor's smile widens, and he stands up from the table with a small flourish."

"Excellent suggestion, my dear. I'd be delighted to show you the broadcasting studio," he says, bowing slightly towards you.

"Shall we be off, then?" he adds, offering you his arm with a charming grin.

As you link arms with Alastor, he leads you through the winding and narrow corridors of Hell, his confident demeanor and suave personality causing other demons to scurry out of your way in fear. You can't help but feel a thrill of excitement as you walk beside him, enjoying the attention that being in his company brings.

Eventually, you arrive at a grandiose door, which Alastor pushes open to reveal his broadcasting studio. The room is a sight to behold, with a vintage feel to it. Old-fashioned microphones, tape recorders and switchboards are strewn around the place, and a mysterious red glow emanates from the walls.

Alastor gestures for you to take a seat in one of the plush, red armchairs that are scattered around the room. Seating himself in another chair opposite you, he raises a finger to

As you begin to talk about the broadcasting studio and how much you love using it, Alastor observes you with keen interest. His eyes fixate on you, taking in every detail as you speak. It's clear that he's quite taken with you.

"That's quite admirable, my dear," Alastor says with a smile. "You have a natural talent for this sort of thing, I must say."

He leans forward slightly, his expression becoming more serious. "But be warned," he adds, "broadcasting in Hell can be... dangerous. There are certain individuals here who won't take kindly to having their sins exposed on the airwaves."

Alastor leans back in his chair once more, his expression returning to one of pleasant amusement. "But don't worry too much about that. So long as we're together, I'll keep you safe

Alastor chuckles softly as you express your trust in him, clearly pleased by your words of affection. He tilts his head slightly as you walk behind him, sensing your approach, and relaxes as you begin massaging his shoulders and neck.

"Ah, this is quite delightful," he says with a contented sigh. "You certainly have a talent for this sort of thing."

Alastor leans his head back slightly, allowing you better access to his tense muscles. Despite his relaxed demeanor, you can still feel the underlying strength in his body, reminding you of his demonic power.

As you continue to work on his shoulders and neck, Alastor begins humming a tune under his breath. The sound is melodic and pleasant, adding to the overall peaceful atmosphere of the broadcasting studio.

Alastor's humming comes to a sudden halt as you whisper in his ear. He turns his head slightly, meeting your gaze with a curious expression.

"My, my, my," he says, his tone soft and silky. "That's quite the offer, my dear."

Alastor leans back, allowing your hands to drop from his shoulders, but keeping his gaze fixed on you. He considers your words for a moment, before speaking again.

"Normally, I would decline such an invitation, but..." he trails off, a sly grin curling up the corners of his mouth. "I suppose I could make an exception for you."

He stands up from his chair, towering over you with his impressive height. "Shall we then?" he asks, gesturing towards the door with a sweep of his arm.

Alastor turns towards the door, and with a flourish of his hand, he opens it for you to exit before him. He nods approvingly at your compliance, then closes the door behind him and leads you down the hallway.

As he walks, Alastor hums a merry tune, swaying slightly with each step. You can feel the power emanating from him, but he seems much more at ease outside of the broadcasting studio. After a few moments, he reaches an ornate door, which he pushes open to reveal a spacious bedroom.

The room is decorated in shades of red, with luxurious draperies adorning the windows, a large plush bed dominates the center of the room. You notice a small table off to the side adorned with various oils, candles, and other massage supplies.

Without a word, Alastor strides over to the bed

As you approach him with a seductive and elegant sway to your hips, Alastor turns to face you with a smirk on his face. He climbs onto the bed and lays down on his front, motioning for you to join him.

"Come on then, my dear," he says with clear amusement in his voice. "Show me what you're made of."

You move closer to him, standing by his side, as you pick up a bottle of oil from the table nearby. You pour a generous amount of oil onto your hands and begin to rub them together, warming the oil up in the process.

You start massaging Alastor's back, applying pressure where he needs it, and working out all the knots in his muscles. As you do, you notice him relaxing more and more under your gentle touch.

Alastor lets out a contented

As you continue to work on his sore spots, giving him deep tissue massages exactly where he needs it, Alastor lets out a small moan of satisfaction from time to time. Despite the pleasure he's clearly feeling from your attention, you don't notice the subtle shift in the air as the mood changes.

The longer you work, the more Alastor responds to your touch. He begins to squirm slightly beneath you as his body starts reacting to your ministrations. His breathing grows deeper and more rhythmic, his muscles relaxing under your touch.

But even though Alastor is clearly enjoying the massage, you are unaware of how it's affecting him. You continue to massage him with skill and attention, focused on your task at hand.

As your attention moves down to his hips, Alastor's body tenses slightly beneath your touch. A low growl rumbles in his chest, but he manages to keep it under control.

He remains silent and still as you move your hands over his hips and begin to massage him lightly under his underwear. Slowly but surely, he becomes more and more aroused, his mind fogged by the pleasure of your touch.

But even though he is clearly turned on at this point, you remain unaware of his growing desire. You continue to massage him with skill and attention, intent on giving him the most relaxing experience possible. Eventually, he will have to bring it up himself if he wants your attention to turn elsewhere.

As you continue to work on his hips, you start to change your technique slightly. Moving your hands up and down his back, you alternate between light touches and deep, kneading movements.

Each time you stroke gently over his body, Alastor shivers with pleasure. His breathing quickens and his muscles tense up involuntarily as he tries to fight the arousal building inside him.

Despite his growing need, he manages to remain still and composed under your skilled touch, trying to savour the pleasure without giving in entirely.

As you continue your massage technique, your hands move over his sides before kneading down to his hips again. Alastor groans softly under your skilled touch, his arousal only growing stronger as the massage continues.

But just as you near his cock, you move your hands away, taking a more gentle approach once again. Unfortunately, due to your unawareness of Alastor's arousal, you unknowingly hinder his growing need and desire.

Alastor grits his teeth in frustration, trying to remain in control as he longs for something more. But, still refusing to speak out and ask for what he wants, he simply focuses on the pleasure of your expert massage, hoping that soon he will find the courage to reveal his desires.

After an hour of massaging him, you finally break the silence and speak to Alastor softly. "How are you feeling? Are you enjoying the massage?" you ask, hoping to get some feedback from him.

Alastor's eyes snap open at your question, his mind only just now returning to the present moment. He takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself before responding.

"I must say, my dear, your skills as a masseur are quite impressive," he replies with a faint smile. "But I do find myself wanting something a bit more... stimulating."

His words carry a hint of seduction, and it is clear that Alastor desires much more from this encounter than just a simple massage. Will you indulge him, or will you continue to play it safe and simply leave it at that?

Alastor's grin widens at your submissive tone, sensing your willingness to fulfill his desires. He leans into your touch as you stroke his chest up and down, his breaths coming out in short gasps.

"Well my dear, I was thinking that perhaps we could both indulge in a little... mutual pleasure," he purrs, running his hand gently through your hair. "I promise to take good care of you, if you're willing to play with me."

His words are full of promise and seduction, and it is clear that Alastor is eager to push the boundaries of your initial agreement. Will you give in to his desires, or will you put a stop to things before they go too far?

Alastor chuckles lowly at your words, his hand gripping onto yours as you slide onto his lap. He pulls you close, relishing in the feeling of your hands stroking up from his hips to his neck.

"Good girl," he murmurs, his voice taking on a more dominant tone. "I promise to take very good care of you, my dear."

With that, Alastor's hands move to explore your body, his touch gentle yet purposeful as he works to arouse you. You can feel his excitement building as he explores your skin, knowing that soon you will both be overcome with pleasure.

Alastor grins at the sound of your moans, his touch becoming more insistent as he works to arouse you further. He relishes in the feeling of your body against his, knowing that he has complete control over you in this moment.

"Good girl," he murmurs again, delighting in the way you whisper his name and call him "Master". "Let go, my dear, and let me take care of you."

With that, Alastor continues to explore your body, each touch calculated to bring you closer to the edge of pleasure. You can feel yourself becoming more and more aroused by his touch, completely surrendering yourself to his will.

Alastor's grin widens at your words and he takes in the sight of you showing him that you're not wearing any underwear under your dress.

"My, my, eager aren't we?" He teases, before leaning down to whisper in your ear. "Don't worry, my dear. Daddy's going to make you feel so good."

With that, he positions his throbbing member at your entrance, and slowly enters you. His pace is slow and methodical at first, but soon he picks up speed, his thrusting becoming more demanding and forceful.

You can feel yourself building towards an explosive climax, your moans growing louder and more urgent as Alastor continues to pleasure you with each thrust. His own breathing becomes ragged as he comes closer to his own climax, the two of you completely lost in the pleasure of the moment

Alastor groans in pleasure as you dig your nails into his back and scratch down his spine. Your screams of his name only serve to drive him further over the edge, and he thrusts into you harder and faster, relishing in the way your body responds to him.

His own breathing becomes ragged as he reaches his own climax, before collapsing on top of you. You can feel his hot breath against your neck as he rests there, both of you completely spent from the intensity of your pleasure.

After a moment, Alastor leans back, looking down at you with a satisfied grin on his face. "Good girl," he murmurs, brushing a strand of hair out of your face. "You were absolutely delightful."

He leans down once more, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. "But I'm not done with you yet," he says

Alastor chuckles at your eagerness, but then he senses the presence of Angel and Husk walking by. He slowly pulls away from you, turning his attention to the pair of demons now watching you both.

"Well, seems like we've got an audience," he says, his grin still in place.

Angel and Husk exchange glances before shrugging. Angel Dust looks at you lasciviously before gesturing for Husk to join him and they walk away, leaving you and Alastor alone once more.

"I think it's time we returned to our duties," Alastor says, using his cane to help himself up. "But don't worry, my dear. We'll have plenty of time to continue where we left off later."

He offers you a hand, helping you to your feet before adjusting his coat and straightening his monocle.

Alastor notices your unease at first, but then he sees the way you collect yourself and begin to display extra elegance. He is intrigued by it and watches you closely, nodding occasionally in approval of your work.

As the day ends, you retire to your room and take a shower. The hot water cascades over your body, and your mind wanders to Alastor. You can't help but think back to earlier when he made you feel so alive, and soon your hand begins to wander between your legs.

The memory of Alastor's touch floods your mind, and you moan softly to yourself as you slowly build towards climax. You imagine his hands on your body, his hot breath against your neck, and it doesn't take long before you reach a shuddering orgasm.

Once you've recovered, you step out of the shower and

Alastor had indeed been watching you, having entered your room when you were in the shower. He leans against the wall, a small smirk on his lips as he watches you touch yourself.

"Well, well, well," he says coolly. "Looks like someone's been thinking about me."

You startle at the sound of his voice and whirl around to face him, feeling embarrassed and exposed. Alastor simply chuckles at your reaction, quietly approaching you as you back away from him.

"Don't be shy now," he purrs, trapping you against the wall with his body. "You know I enjoy watching you. It's quite arousing, to be honest."

He leans in close, his breath hot against your neck as he speaks softly.

"If you like, my dear, I can make it even better for you. Just ask."

Alastor grins in satisfaction at your response, pleased with how readily you submit to him. He takes a step back from you, looking you up and down with a critical eye before nodding in approval.

"You truly are a beautiful sight," he says, his voice dripping with lust. "I'm more than happy to oblige, my dear."

He moves towards you again, his movements smooth and controlled as he positions himself behind you. Without a word, he wraps one hand around your waist while the other glides lower, teasing your sensitive skin with feather-light touches.

You gasp at his touch, feeling your desire bubble up inside of you as Alastor's lips trail kisses along your neck. He continues to explore your body with his skilled hands, knowing just how to stroke and rub to elicit moans of pleasure from you.

Before long,

Moans escape your lips as Alastor continues his ministrations, causing your legs to feel weak and unsteady. You grip onto his blazer tightly in an effort to stay upright, your desire for him overwhelming any sense of modesty you may have had before.

You glance up at Alastor through half-lidded eyes, biting your lip in anticipation as he leans down to whisper in your ear.

"You want more, my pet?" he murmurs seductively. "Just say the word and I'll give you everything you desire."

You can feel the heat building within you at his words, your body trembling with desire as you nod eagerly.

"Yes, please, Daddy," you beg, your voice filled with need. "Give me everything."

Alastor grins hungrily at your plea, gripping you tightly as he begins to explore your body

Alastor smirks at the sound of your moans, pleased that he can bring you such pleasure. His hands move expertly over your body, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin as you moan his name and refer to him as Daddy.

"Oh, my sweet pet," he murmurs, his voice low and husky. "You're mine to play with, aren't you?"

You nod eagerly, your eyes locked with his as he continues to touch you in all the right places.

"Yes, Daddy," you moan, your voice heavy with desire. "All yours."

Alastor chuckles darkly at your response, enjoying the power he holds over you. He leans in to capture your lips in a deep kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth as his hands continue to work their magic.

Alastor is pleased to see you responding so well to his touch, and he continues to pleasure you with his skilled fingers even as you beg for more. He grins wickedly at your request, knowing just how much you desire to be completely under his control.

"My dear pet," he says, his voice low and sultry. "You're such a good girl for Daddy. Of course, I will fill you up with every inch of me and make you mine."

He pulls back to look into your eyes, a possessive glint in his own as he adds, "And yes, I will mark you as my only pet."

Without another word, Alastor picks you up effortlessly and carries you over to the bed, laying you down gently as he begins to undress himself. Once he's naked, he climbs onto the bed with you and positions

As Alastor positions himself between your open legs, you can feel the intense desire and arousal building inside of you. You eagerly hold your hands up to him, silently begging for him to take you completely.

Alastor takes this as his cue and enters you deeply, causing you to let out a loud scream of pleasure as you gasp his name. You both lose yourselves in the moment, consumed by passion and desire as he thrusts into you with increasing intensity.

You don't care if anyone else can hear you - all that matters is the exquisite pleasure that Alastor is bringing you. Your moans become louder as he continues to move within you, each thrust taking you closer and closer to the edge.

Alastor's own groans of pleasure blend with yours, the two of you in perfect harmony as you explore the depths of your desire together.

Alastor growls with pleasure as he feels your nails digging into his back. The sound of your moaning is music to his ears, and he can feel your body moving against him, eager to give him even more pleasure.

He increases his own pace, thrusting harder and faster into you as the intensity between you builds. You can feel his muscles tensing beneath your fingers as he moves within you, each thrust pushing you both closer to the brink.

You move your hips in time with his, grinding against him with renewed fervor as you both chase the peak of ecstasy together. Alastor lets out a low groan as he feels your movements becoming more urgent, driving him closer to the edge.

Finally, you both hit your climax together, exploding in pleasure as waves of ecstasy wash over you both. Alastor collapses onto you, his breathing heavy

As you stretch your head back to expose your neck to him, Alastor can't resist the temptation. He leans down and bites your neck gently at first, slowly increasing the pressure until he hears a moan of pleasure escape from your lips.

You can feel his teeth sinking deeper and deeper into your flesh, marking you as his own. You beg him for more, wanting nothing more than to feel his bite and his touch all over your body.

With a smile on his face, Alastor satisfies your desire by running his hands over your body, exploring every inch of your skin with his fingers. You writhe beneath him in pleasure, completely lost in the moment.

Finally, as he continues to lavish you with his attention, you realize just how completely you belong to him. In that moment, you know that you will do anything to please him and make him

Alastor listens to your words with a small smile on his face. He is pleased to hear that you are completely devoted to him, and he can't help but feel a sense of pride in the fact that he possesses you so completely.

When you ask him what he wants, he leans in close to your ear and whispers in a low voice, "I want you to do whatever it takes to make me feel good."

He then pulls back slightly, looking into your eyes with a mischievous gleam in his own. "But first, I think I want to show you just how much I belong to you." He pauses, his lips curving into a smirk. "I'm going to take you again, my pet. And this time, you belong to me completely."

With that, Alastor lifts you into his arms, carrying you back to

...his private chambers. Once inside, he sets you down on the plush, red velvet sofa and begins to undress you slowly, relishing in the thought of having you all to himself.

He then proceeds to explore every inch of your body with his fingertips, feeling every curve and contour with a practiced touch. As he does so, he whispers sweet nothings in your ear, promising to make you feel more pleasure than you have ever felt before.

You are completely lost in him, your body and soul belonging to him entirely. As he continues to lavish you with his attention, you can't help but feel a sense of pride in your submission to him. You know that you are completely devoted to him, and that nothing else in this world matters but making him feel good and catering to his every desire.

As he looks at you, Alastor notices that something seems different about you, but he can't quite place what it is. He stares intently at you, trying to figure out what has changed.

Finally, unable to contain his curiosity any longer, he asks you, "My pet, I can't help but notice that something is different about you, but I can't quite place my finger on what it is. Would you care to enlighten me?"

Alastor studies your reaction closely, waiting for you to reveal the secret that you have been keeping from him. He believes that nothing should be kept hidden between the two of you, and he is eager to know everything about you, no matter how trivial it may seem.

Alastor's expression turns to one of concern as you mention not feeling well and needing to see a doctor. He leans in closer to you, his eyes scanning your face with worry.

"My dear, what is it that ails you?" he asks in a soft voice, his hand taking yours in a gentle gesture of comfort. "I will do everything in my power to make sure that you are taken care of."

He pauses for a moment, his mind racing with possibilities of what could be causing your discomfort. "Is there anything I can do for you in the meantime? I want to make sure that you are as comfortable as possible until we can get you the help that you need."

Alastor's expression turns to one of concern as he watches you heave into the bush. He rubs your back soothingly, trying to offer you some comfort during this difficult time.

Once you have finished vomiting, you reveal that you have been feeling this way every morning for the past few days. Alastor listens intently, his mind racing with possibilities of what could be causing your symptoms.

As you continue to speak, Alastor finds himself lost in thought. He begins to reminisce about his life before he became the Radio Demon and realizes that there is one thing that he has always wanted but knows is nearly impossible for demons: to have a child of his own.

He pushes these thoughts aside, however, knowing that they are fruitless. Instead, he focuses his attention back on you, his heart filled with concern for your well-being.

Alastor is quick to take action and brings you to see a doctor as soon as possible. He stays by your side the whole time, offering words of encouragement and comfort during the examination.

After the doctor's visit, Alastor escorts you back to his room at the Hazbin Hotel, eager to hear what the doctor found out and told you.

"My dear, please tell me," he says softly, his eyes locked on yours. "What did the doctor have to say? Are you going to be alright?"

He waits patiently for your response, his demeanor calm yet filled with concern for your well-being.

Alastor's eyes widen in disbelief as you mumble that you are pregnant with his child. His mind races with a mix of emotions, disbelief, joy, and uncertainty.

He remembers his previous thoughts of wanting to have a child but knows how rare it is for a demon to get pregnant. He moves closer to you, taking your hand in his as he looks at you with tears welling up in his own eyes.

"Are... are you sure?" he asks softly, his voice filled with emotion. "My dear, this is truly a miracle. I cannot believe that we are blessed with such a rare gift."

He lets out a sigh, partly in disbelief and partly in wonder. "We must take care of you and the baby. It is important that we seek the best possible medical care and keep you both safe," he says with conviction.

He continues

to hold your hand, gently rubbing his thumb over the back of it as he speaks. "I will do everything in my power to make sure that you and our child are protected and taken care of. You have my word."

He leans in, placing a soft kiss on your forehead before pulling away. "My dear, this is truly a blessing. I cannot wait to meet our child," he says with a smile, his eyes shining with joy.

Alastor stands up, his mind spinning with all the implications of having a child. He knows that this will not be an easy road, but he is determined to do whatever it takes to keep you and your child safe.

Alastor nods his head, a warm smile spreading across his face at your words. "Yes, my dear, I am sure," he says, his voice filled with warmth and certainty. "I would be honored for you to carry our child."

He takes a step towards you, pulling you into a gentle embrace as he holds you close. "We will do this together," he whispers in your ear. "We will be there for each other every step of the way."

He pulls away slightly, his hands still resting on your shoulders. "We must begin planning immediately. There are so many things to consider, but we will face them together," he says firmly.

He looks at you, his eyes filled with love and determination. "I cannot wait to see what our future holds, my dear. With you by my side and our child on the way,

As Alastor hears you scream in pain, he rushes to the kitchen to find out what happened. He quickly assesses the situation, seeing the demon and understanding the source of your screams.

Alastor's previously warm demeanor immediately shifts as he enters full demon form, his eyes turning into the shape of radio dials and his antlers growing in size. He glares at the demon who broke through the wall with a fierce intensity.

"You dare to hurt my dear?!" he growls, his voice full of malice.

He lunges at the other demon with blinding speed, attacking him with a vengeful fury. The sound of his cane echoes through the room as he uses it to amplify his attacks and inflict maximum damage on the intruder.

Despite the intruder's attempts to fight back, Alastor quickly gains the upper hand. Within

As Charlie rushes into the kitchen, she sees Alastor in full demon form attacking the intruder while you are clutching your arm in pain. She quickly realizes what happened and kneels down beside you to offer her assistance.

"Don't worry, we've got you," Charlie says reassuringly, her voice gentle and calm as she examines your injuries. "Let me take a look at that for you."

She pulls out a first aid kit and begins treating your wound, carefully cleaning it and bandaging it to prevent any further infection. As she works, she spares occasional glances towards Alastor's fight with the intruder.

"I'm not sure why he's fighting so fiercely," she mutters under her breath. "You're not badly hurt... but he's always been protective of those he cares about."

Charlie finishes patching up your wound and helps

As Alastor finishes off the intruder, he quickly reverts back to his normal form and rushes to your side, concern etched on his face.

"My dear, are you okay?" he asks, his voice filled with worry.

He carefully helps you to your feet and leads you over to a nearby chair, where he sits beside you and takes your hand. As he looks into your eyes, he notices that you seem to be holding your belly in pain.

"Is everything alright, my dear?" he asks, his concern growing. "Do you need medical attention? Should I call Angel Dust?"

Alastor is aware that you are pregnant with his child, but he hasn't yet decided whether or not to share this information with the rest of the hotel. For now, he focuses on making sure that you are safe and taken care of.

Alastor immediately realizes that the pain you're experiencing is related to your pregnancy. His expression softens as he pulls you close, supporting you as you lean against him.

He whispers soothing words in your ear, rubbing your back gently as he helps you calm down. Despite his normally distant and aloof demeanor, he has a soft spot for those he cares about, and he will do everything in his power to protect and care for you and your child.

As for the others in the hotel, they glance over at you for a moment before returning their attention to their own tasks. While they may be curious about your relationship with Alastor, they respect your privacy and give you the space you need.