(You're kind of like Niffty)

Alastor owns your soul, though he doesn't really act like it.

He treats you a lot more like his daughter, allowing you to climb all over him whenever you feel like it.

Today, you were upset about something, he didn't know what, but he allowed you to climb up onto his shoulders and play with his fluffy deer ears, something he didn't let anyone else do.

He got quite a few confused glances from the other hotel patrons, most people who got this close to Alastor were quite quickly killed.