You guys were at the club: your boyfriend's friends and their girlfriends. You were sitting on Alastor's lap, just listening to their conversation, sometimes taking grapes from his hand as he was feeding you while talking to boys. As he was a softie with you, his friends teased him while their girls got jealous of the scene they couldn't get from their man. "You sure you're the man of relationship?" His friend laughed, teasing. "Happy wife, happy life, guys!" He said, feeding you another grape.